It was a great day to hunt, and I had seen tracks in the snow all morning, but there were no animals in sight. In the past, I would have had a deer bagged and tagged by now. Something was peculiar this morning, though; I smelled smoke, and the more I walked, the stronger it became.It couldn't be the old Miller cabin; no one has lived there in five years. I thought I better check to see if someone was trespassing. I knew old lady Miller and have kept in touch with her over the years since she moved two states away. As I was walking towards the cabin, I realized that it had been at least three months since I talked to her by phone. As I cleared the stand of trees surrounding the cabin, I noticed a woman making trips one after another into the log house.She was carrying boxes in, so I ruled out theft right away. When I was within earshot, the lady turned my way with a start and said-"That's close enough, mister, what are you doing on my property?"I couldn't explain fast enough as I s
I was 22 years old at the time, and being male from the South of England, I found myself working the late shift again where I was bartending. I was tired of the bar scene, and while beautiful women came in all the time, no one really connected with me. I was tired of superficial relationships and had never had been in love. I wanted that more than ever now that my mother had passed.A friend of mine had introduced me to a dating site that had been successful for them. I eagerly looked through profiles, and I was just generally chatting to people when I came across this one profile that stood out to me. She had blonde hair, 5 ft. 7 in. and sexier than any woman I had ever seen before. I was a bit wary of online dating scams but I decided to take a chance. I enthusiastically said hello, and for the first couple of minutes, it was just small talk like favourite colours, likes and dislikes, and that sort of thing. She saw my profile picture and asked if it was really me, and I told her i
It was late evening; the sun had gone down in Mereen when Daario entered Daenerys' quarters through the window, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he carefully had climbed up with to the top of the pyramid. Daario walked to Daenerys' bed and saw her sitting on the bedside in front of him."What did I say about climbing?" She said with a small grin. "And the flowers you didn't need to bring them, but now that you already have them, I'll make a nice gift to my dragons."He looked at her with a fast raising of an eyebrow and amazed in his facial expression. "Well, the guards didn't let me in; they thought I was one of the gold masks." He said as he walked to the corner of her bed and put the flowers gently on the silken duvet, and sat beside her."It seems like the unsullied don't like you," She said with a smile."Greyworm doesn't like the Secondsons because we do as we please with our freedom," He said."Yes, they don't use their freedom because they were fostered to be Unsu
For those that don't know the term Girlfriend Experience, it is a service provided by a call girl or prostitute that includes personal activities, such as going on dates, bathing, massages, or even kissing. It can also involve role-playing, and more, including sex. It is essentially those things that a girlfriend would do in a relationship with no strings attached and money provided in exchange for these services. A little about myself: My name is Sasha and I'm a wife and a mother of three amazing kids. I live in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada and for the most part, life is really great. I'm in my mid-thirties and my husband is a few years older than I am. I have an athletic build, I'm about 5 foot 9 inches tall, blonde/brown hair, smallish breasts, and over the years I've probably received the most compliments on my ass. My husband is a good looking guy and he keeps himself in pretty good shape too. I truly believe we're a nice looking couple. Now that I have that out of the way, on with
After a few minutes, I pulled back and told him we needed to talk. He groaned in a joking way and said, "I was kind of enjoying that." I replied that "it would have to wait for a few minutes." I told him that I loved him, and I would never do anything to hurt him. He interrupted me by saying, "I'm not sure I like where this is going." I laughed this off and told him that I wanted to be totally honest with him. I told him that I had been looking for jobs to help with the bills. I explained that I didn't want to hide anything from him, but I knew how much pressure he was under, and I thought it was only right to try and help. To my relief. He pulled me close, kissed me deeply, and said, "you're an amazing wife, thank you." He proceeded to ask me about where I had applied. I explained the luck (or lack of luck) I had at the mall, and I told him that I had posted an ad online. I gave him the general idea of what the ad said, and he asked if I had any responses. I told him about the two op
“Need a ride? I’m going your way.”Andy waits, gently smiling, not trying to pressure her. Karen sighs and nodded. She is tired and wants to go home.Karen relaxes in the car She hopes to have a good night as the night is warmThey are travelling along the beach road, and Karen is startled and a little nervous when Andy turns into one of the beach parks and pulls up. She gently suggests to Andy that they should head on home.Andy just smiles at her. “It’s a lovely night, you can hear the waves breaking on the shore, the moon is full… let’s just sit here for a while.”“That’s all? Just sit?” she replies coyly.“Maybe have a cuddle in the back seat…” he suggests.She makes a show of being reluctant, but Karen agrees. After the move Andy gently draws her into his arms and just holds her lightly while she snuggles up next to him, enjoying his warmth. Then he tilts her head, lowers his own and gently kisses her. He looks up again and smiles at her, and the next time he lowers his head the k
You are still groggy as you are led onto the catwalk. Bright lights shine in your eyes, leaving the audience shrouded in darkness. You shade your eyes and blink, revealing a sea of male faces leering up at you.You’re cold. They’ve dressed you in a sheer chiffon tunic that clings to your body and provides no warmth. Conscious of the effect of your erect nipples poking through the diaphanous fabric, you raise an arm to cover your chest. A man beside you quickly grabs your wrist and pulls it back down to your side. You look at him fearfully. He’s bald, broad and powerful, his muscles barely contained under his Italian suit. You decide not to antagonize him.This is bad, very bad. It’s hard to think of a positive way to spin the fact that you’ve been abducted from the street, drugged, stripped and washed, then thrown in front of a crowd of evil men. You suppose it’s possible you’re just on America’s Next Top Model, but you doubt it.There’s a slender man in a tuxedo. He speaks into a mic
You wait at Sean’s front door, wondering why you’re there. The phone call had been cryptic, to say the least. All you know is that your buddy needs you for some kind of favor. You protested that it was late, but he said it would be worth your while, so now here you are.He opens the door, looking nervous. “Hey Jon, thanks for coming.”“No problem,” you reply, stepping inside. “Happy to help out.”“Um, yeah, thanks for coming,” he says, forgetting that he’s thanked you already. He seems very distracted.“You okay?” you ask, suddenly concerned for your friend. “Is something wrong?”“Nah, nothing like that,” he reassures you as you make your way down to the living room. “Want a beer?”“Sure,” you reply, crashing on the couch.Sean returns with two beers and you clink them together. “Cheers.”“Cheers.”“So where’s Karen tonight?” you ask in what you hope is an off-hand manner. One of the reasons you agreed to come out at this late hour was the chance of seeing her. You really like Sean’s
After a few minutes, I pulled back and told him we needed to talk. He groaned in a joking way and said, "I was kind of enjoying that." I replied that "it would have to wait for a few minutes." I told him that I loved him, and I would never do anything to hurt him. He interrupted me by saying, "I'm not sure I like where this is going." I laughed this off and told him that I wanted to be totally honest with him. I told him that I had been looking for jobs to help with the bills. I explained that I didn't want to hide anything from him, but I knew how much pressure he was under, and I thought it was only right to try and help. To my relief. He pulled me close, kissed me deeply, and said, "you're an amazing wife, thank you." He proceeded to ask me about where I had applied. I explained the luck (or lack of luck) I had at the mall, and I told him that I had posted an ad online. I gave him the general idea of what the ad said, and he asked if I had any responses. I told him about the two op
For those that don't know the term Girlfriend Experience, it is a service provided by a call girl or prostitute that includes personal activities, such as going on dates, bathing, massages, or even kissing. It can also involve role-playing, and more, including sex. It is essentially those things that a girlfriend would do in a relationship with no strings attached and money provided in exchange for these services. A little about myself: My name is Sasha and I'm a wife and a mother of three amazing kids. I live in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada and for the most part, life is really great. I'm in my mid-thirties and my husband is a few years older than I am. I have an athletic build, I'm about 5 foot 9 inches tall, blonde/brown hair, smallish breasts, and over the years I've probably received the most compliments on my ass. My husband is a good looking guy and he keeps himself in pretty good shape too. I truly believe we're a nice looking couple. Now that I have that out of the way, on with
It was late evening; the sun had gone down in Mereen when Daario entered Daenerys' quarters through the window, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he carefully had climbed up with to the top of the pyramid. Daario walked to Daenerys' bed and saw her sitting on the bedside in front of him."What did I say about climbing?" She said with a small grin. "And the flowers you didn't need to bring them, but now that you already have them, I'll make a nice gift to my dragons."He looked at her with a fast raising of an eyebrow and amazed in his facial expression. "Well, the guards didn't let me in; they thought I was one of the gold masks." He said as he walked to the corner of her bed and put the flowers gently on the silken duvet, and sat beside her."It seems like the unsullied don't like you," She said with a smile."Greyworm doesn't like the Secondsons because we do as we please with our freedom," He said."Yes, they don't use their freedom because they were fostered to be Unsu
I was 22 years old at the time, and being male from the South of England, I found myself working the late shift again where I was bartending. I was tired of the bar scene, and while beautiful women came in all the time, no one really connected with me. I was tired of superficial relationships and had never had been in love. I wanted that more than ever now that my mother had passed.A friend of mine had introduced me to a dating site that had been successful for them. I eagerly looked through profiles, and I was just generally chatting to people when I came across this one profile that stood out to me. She had blonde hair, 5 ft. 7 in. and sexier than any woman I had ever seen before. I was a bit wary of online dating scams but I decided to take a chance. I enthusiastically said hello, and for the first couple of minutes, it was just small talk like favourite colours, likes and dislikes, and that sort of thing. She saw my profile picture and asked if it was really me, and I told her i
It was a great day to hunt, and I had seen tracks in the snow all morning, but there were no animals in sight. In the past, I would have had a deer bagged and tagged by now. Something was peculiar this morning, though; I smelled smoke, and the more I walked, the stronger it became.It couldn't be the old Miller cabin; no one has lived there in five years. I thought I better check to see if someone was trespassing. I knew old lady Miller and have kept in touch with her over the years since she moved two states away. As I was walking towards the cabin, I realized that it had been at least three months since I talked to her by phone. As I cleared the stand of trees surrounding the cabin, I noticed a woman making trips one after another into the log house.She was carrying boxes in, so I ruled out theft right away. When I was within earshot, the lady turned my way with a start and said-"That's close enough, mister, what are you doing on my property?"I couldn't explain fast enough as I s
Astrid, my wife, and I work for a level 1 trauma center in East Tennessee. Our hours are long and grueling. Sometimes we don't get home for days on end. Especially during the summer. The Interstate runs through the city, and there are always people harming themselves or others, and our ER stays busy 24/7.After three days of on-call, Astrid and I had a precious five days off. We literally ran to the car before anyone had a chance to change their mind. We had an hour and a half drive ahead of us, the sun was going down, and the AC was on full blast. Astrid said she wanted to stop for coffee on the way, so just before hitting the six-lane, we stopped at the dinner and got two cups to go.Once I emerged, I realized how dark it was, and I stumbled across the gravel parking lot; and when I got back to the car, I set the cups on the roof, opened the door and grabbed the cups, and went to set them in the cup holders.To my pleasant surprise, Astrid was sitting there in the seat naked as the
I come home and find you in the master bathtub taking a bubble bath with your blonde hair slightly wet as you bath while sipping some white wine from a long-stemmed glass. There is a wet luster on your lips. You smile coyly and say, "Hello." Your ample breasts are wet, and your large pink nipples are hard. You've been waiting for me and thinking of our afternoon.I sit next to you and use the washcloth to rub your back and squeeze the warm soapy water out of it onto your shoulders and watch as it runs down your back. We talk a little, and I see you have your finger and toenails freshly painted a pretty red color. Then I help you out of the bath and give you a towel. You wrap the towel around you and take your wine glass and say you'll be back in a few minutes as you walk off through the house to another bedroom.There are fresh sheets turned down on our bed, and there are Liberator cushions all around. At the foot of the bed is a larger cushion/bench that is even with the top of the b
It was the week before my twenty-fourth birthday, and six friends were ready to enjoy a scuba diving holiday up the beautiful African East coast. It was incredibly humid as we set off. My boyfriend Mark was squished against me in the backseat of the four by four, while my two classmates and friends sat beside him. The other two guys were my friend Paul's cousin, and the last guy was Ken, someone my boyfriend and I had become close to over the past month. Paul was also close to Ken, too; they had been with the group for a month. The road trip was sweaty, but a bonding experience, and we arrived ready for ocean, sun, sand, and fun.My boyfriend and I were having some relationship issues, which only I was privy too, having by now dropped so many hints I was considering ending things after this holiday and pending me starting work as a doctor in a different province come the new year.We had been together six years now, and he was my first and only sexual partner. Sex is and always was lo
Having sex with my fellow college student, Sarah, had been my longtime fantasy. Every day I liked her more and more, not just for her looks, but her sweet personality as she was funny and kind to all she encountered beyond being gorgeous. Being with her seemed unattainable as she was out of my league socially and far beyond reach from my awkward and introverted, academic personality. Yet, here she was, in my small apartment, intoxicated on drugs or alcohol or both, and begging to be allowed to spend the night.I had been walking home from the library when I saw her in front of my small rental apartment that was tucked in a renovated house. She could barely stand, so I let her into my place. As she'd entered my apartment, muttering something about her friends having left her, she shocked me as she brightened and asked if she could stay the night. "Please? she irresistibly begged. "My parents and they would kill me if they saw me like this."I considered what opportunities that offered,