A warm, familiar tugging on my nipple sent a shiver through my whole body, waking me from a good night’s sleep. I moaned and smiled as I forced my eyes open. What a wonderful way to start my day! Mike was gently sucking on my left nipple while his hand rubbed and played with the right. He was already showered and dressed and ready to go to work. As a newly minted lawyer, he had to put in long hours at the firm, including...

With our meal finished and our sparkling wine drunk, Ashley and I relocated to BaBa’s a little earlier than most and we took a corner booth. It was well away from the dee-jay and the music. I purchased another small bottle of sparkling wine, which we sipped. We were here to flirt, play and watch our two partners as they got it on with each other. Currently, they were still eating and flirting in the restaurant above us. A...

Heather agreed to let me return to her studio to get a few pics of her, to finish (save) my wreck of a painting form when I painted her. This is the third and final part of the "Artist Meetup" series. When I arrived at Heather's studio, she suggested Tequila shots. She said she had already had one before I got there. "I did a couple of sketches from the photos from last time," Heather said after firmly setting her shot gl...

When Sarah appeared for the evening, she was wearing her red chiffon dress. It was the one that we had bought in the city with the help of Clare. The dress was short, with a cut-away back, so no bra. It was also slightly translucent, especially at the rear. The dress designer had made it that way to give a hint of the lady’s body that lay beneath it. I sat there, taking Sarah’s inherent beauty as she stood by the full-len...

I went to a "meetup" for painting. Only six people showed up. We met at the organizer's studio space - one of a dozen inside a refurbished warehouse downtown. The organizer was a good-looking woman in her early thirties. She seemed confident and organized but friendly enough. Toward the end of the meetup, I showed the organizer, Heather, a few pieces I was working on, on my phone. I forgot to delete a painting of my cock...

The sun is already hot and high in the sky as I step off the train at Brighton railway station, along with several hundred other Londoners, all keen to get out of the big dirty city and breathe in some fresh sea air. I’ve already attracted some attention on the train, as I’m wearing a short denim skirt and a tight, thin, white sleeveless t-shirt with no bra, so my boobs and nipples are clearly visible. I love it when peop...