my singl life

Please read Ch. 01 -- 10 before reading this one. My turn to be fucked. I had seen Cheryl several times since out first night together. At least once if not twice a week I would go to her place after work or on an off day and she would make dinner and we would have a few drinks. Most every time, we'd end up having sex and on occasion I would fuck her in the ass; and she on occasion, would finger me while giving me head bringing me to orgasm. But surprisingly to me she hadn't mentioned or asked me if I wanted to be fucked with her strap on. Tonight, was going to be different. I arrived at Cheryl's for dinner. She was wearing a beautiful long flowing dress with her black pantyhose and high heels on. I could smell her cooking when I walked in the door. We sat at her dining room table enjoying our meal and conversing, but all I could think about was eating her pussy and having her ram a dildo in and out of me. After we cleaned up, we headed into the front room. Cheryl poured

"Hey Jamie! Come in! Steph isn't here yet." Em offered her a chair in the kitchen. "Something to drink? Water, juice?" She studied her friend's face for any signs of...what? Sex-crazed nymphomania? What does that even look like? Em knew what it looked like on her, and Caroline and Steph, and it wasn't a thing. Or if it was, it was a different thing for all of them. She handed Jamie a glass of orange juice. "So, Em," Jamie looked at her over the rim, her eyes shifting a little. "That was really...weird? yesterday?" She looked away momentarily distracted by the sounds of construction coming from the basement. "Like, you guys weren't screwing with us, were you?" Em shook her head and smiled, knowing the four of them had probably texted all night trying to figure out what the fuck was really going on. "Scout's honor," she said seriously, gesturing with her right hand. "You guys talk about it?" Em gr

A Fling She glanced up and down the narrow street. It had a quaint old town look and feel. But of course, that's what it was. Everyone had told Allison that this was where she should look for an apartment; everyone being the few people she had met during her interview and hiring for the large accounting firm for whom she was going to work. She'd had to move here from her hometown for the new job, so the advice was helpful, and having grown up in and come from a small town not far away, this area of the city had a familiarity about it. But she wasn't particularly happy about having to relocate to the big city. However, she wanted more, and this was how to get it. Allison glanced up to the third floor, the top floor, of her apartment building and saw the windows that belonged to her flat, one of which was a step-out balcony. Her gaze traveled across the street to a similar building whose windows seemed to be in line with hers, one of which was opened. That could be awkward,

"Father, please forgive me for I have sinned. I seduced a married man and...I enjoyed every moment of it." XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX It was not something I saw coming. I had always thought of Dr. F as a father figure. He was there throughout my life, from when I was a young girl to when I started college. He was a friend of my parents and had been for as long as I could remember. His children were only a few years older than me and were like my siblings. We had a close relationship; I would always drop by his office and we would discuss life. He always gave such great advice and I always felt safe around him. I had never looked at him with any kind of desire. Until the dream. I remember waking up, shocked and confused. But, I had also woken up wet, wetter than I had ever been before. After I had had my erotic and wet dream about him, things just weren't the same. I could no longer chat with him as comfortably as I often did. I couldn't look him in the eye and felt

Thanks to everyone who has read this series and special thanks to the most amazing friend who has inspired me to write these stories while also turning the tables on her all at the same time. You will need to read the first three parts for this to make sense. This is fiction and a Valentines surprise for an amazing friend -- your shithead, protective friend always. After the Melbourne debauchery in that hotel room, our lives had changed forever. Between nightly chats, video calls and constant group texts which did not help with professional productivity there was always an element of who was going to blink next to up the ante in this triumvirate. Being the now completely corrupted geek, most would not assume this was going to be me -- but courage can be an amazing thing at the best of times. One night before the summer holidays would begin, Misty had been to our house and we had been to hers. She was a part of the family and our tightest friend, even if it had a twist of corruption o

(All characters are 18 years of age or older practicing consensual ddlg kink.) * I hear you get up before me, and I roll over to see your shadow arching to stretch. You lean over to kiss my cheek and tell me to go back to sleep. You're an early riser, and weekends are one of the few times during the week I can sleep in and enjoy it. It's one of the few times I'm not up before you to make your coffee and breakfast. The post-it I left in front of the coffee maker will tell you to press the big round button for fresh coffee because I thought to set it up the previous night. I smile, clasping my fingers around your forearm so I can trace down to your wrist and pinky. You return the smile, and I drift back off to the sounds of you quietly puttering around the kitchen and living room. I might get another hour or two of sleep before I have to get up. I vaguely hear you come back into the room and then feel you crawl back under the covers with me. I giggle, feeling your cold hand