9 - Sexy Conversation I stared at the door for a minute or so, wondering if she’d return, and when she didn’t, I gathered my briefcase and headed for the door. As I closed the door behind me and turned towards the hall, Justina pounced on me, planting her...
“How did you get to his place?” “He picked me up from work, and we drove to his country house.” “He gave me a tour of his house and garden and then took me into the kitchen to share a light lunch. The lunch he served me was great, a nice salad with vegeta...
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He stopped midway through applying the condom and looked at me like I was stupid. His expression said it all. “Save the condoms for fucking, babe,” I explained. “We’ve only got the three.” “I thought we were gonn...
"No, I'm not doing it." "But dinkums." "I'm not doing any more." "Sweety-pie." "Don't you dinkums and sweety-pie me, I've said 'No' and I mean it." "What's the matter? Didn't you enjoy yourself? You did get a nice Georgie Eliot helping hand and you de...
"So you can't write dialogue." "Nope. Not at all. Rubbish at it." "Are you sure that it's can't and not don't?" "Can't, don't. Six of one and half a dozen of the other. The stories are all me, me, me. No dialogue because there's rarely a second character...
“You really like swinging that thing around, huh?” Emily laughed, looking down at Nina, who was laying back on the bed. Nina had her arms folded behind her head, as if she were relaxed, when in truth, she was anything but. The weight of what she was about...
“So how was your day? Did anything interesting happen?”“Interesting? You have a one track mind. Do you know that?”“Never mind that. Did anything interesting happen?”“You mean out of the ordinary?”“You know what I mean.”“I’d like to say Ms Mergan coming to...
Her mind was frantic from the events of the day; everything and everyone pulling her in so many directions, and yet she felt unable to please anyone. This is a typical occurrence for a woman who craves the satisfaction of making others happy: she so often...
“Oh dear, slave, you’re drooling. What’s the matter? Don’t trust yourself to swallow? Afraid you’ll bite that juicy strawberry? I know, baby. It’s such a delicate thing to hold between your teeth, but Mistress put it there for safe keeping. So…we’re going...
“You love the taste of cunt, don’t you?” Natasha remarked. Julie removed her tongue from the thick lips and folds of her lover’s vulva, and smiled at Natasha, a thin trail of saliva on her chin. “Yeah! Nothing beats it! It’s got the best taste in the worl...
Taking a very short break from my original series, so I'll leave you all something to get horny over in the meantime! ;) "Why are you so miserable? Come on, tell me." "Well, I'm kinda peckish, but mostly 'cause I miss you." "Why do you text me so much?" "...
