Debbie stood before Catherine. Naked and beautiful. Her brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Her tanned skin was glowing. Her feminine curves and her breasts are perfect. Her pussy is totally bare apart from a small tuft of pubic hair at the top. She was ready to be taken. “W-What are you doing here?” Catherine begged. “Well,” Debbie began, “Spencer told me about today, and they had an idea for a surprise, and I loved...

Lila's made a habit of stopping by the house when Mom isn't home. The first time it happened, I chalked it up to a misunderstanding between the two of them. Lila seemed plenty embarrassed once I reminded her Mom was working second shift. Ducking her head, she apologized for disturbing me. Then it happened again. And again. Now, I didn't go to college like Lila's son, but I have sense enough to know what my mom's friend is...

"Therapy! I can't believe Mom and Dad are making us see a shrink! We're not THAT bad, are we?" Sophia McMillan was sulking in the passenger seat, while her brother, Benjamin, drove. "They kinda have a point, we've had trouble getting along for a while," Ben responded calmly, pressing his foot on the brake. He didn't particularly relish the idea of giving up an hour-plus-travel of his foreseeable Wednesdays either, but had...

Tootsie and I shared a very strange bond. She enjoyed my watching her and her girlfriends. This was great, because I enjoyed watching. I never knew before this that I had voyeuristic tendencies. But now I looked forward to whatever show she decided to put on. It had been three weeks since our first encounter, and there was no shortage of beautiful women in her life. Some nights were so steamy, I just wanted to go over the...

In the morning, I drag myself from a sleep that clings to me like sludge. I force my limbs into coordination so I can get ready. For my outfit, I choose a gauzy, pale green dress. When I first bought it, I adored the vintage look, and I was a fan of the way the bodice hugged my breasts. As I now regard myself in the mirror, I feel mildly ridiculous. Still, my tits do look good. I refuse to dwell on why that's so important...

As I made my way to the small office building where I worked, anxiety descended on me like an attacker. Why was I doing something so stupid? And how could Mason be so sure I wouldn't lose my job? Glancing over my shoulder, I saw my boyfriend sitting behind the wheel of his car. His smile was easy as he waved me forward. During the drive, I'd warned him that he and I would be living together if my boss decided to fire me t...

When Mason pulled into the back lot of an auto repair shop just outside of town, I didn't ask questions. Sitting in the passenger seat of his large sedan, I looked around as if expecting an ambush. My apprehension made Mason grin. "Relax," he said while lowering all the car windows. "Nothing happens unless you want it to, remember?" I didn't trust my voice, so I simply nodded. The mild spring breeze felt like a balm on my...

Claire stood in front of the full-length mirror in her sunny San Diego bedroom, the late-morning light pouring through the sheer curtains and bathing her skin in a warm, golden glow. At 34, her body was a masterpiece of soft curves and toned perfection. She had full, heavy breasts that strained against the lacy red bra she'd chosen just for today, nipples already pebbled and dark pink against the delicate fabric. Her wais...