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
"What's all this about?" you ask your mother. She's been acting strangely all night."Just go on in, and have a good time," she answers cryptically, gesturing towards the bedroom door.You give her a suspicious look, then open the door. It's dark inside. She gives you a firm push and you stumble into the room. The door clicks shut behind you.Blind, you fumble for the light switch. After a few seconds you find it and flip it on.And your heart skips a beat.There's someone else in the room. It's Claudia James. Yes, the Claudia James. She's tied spread-eagled on the bed, completely naked. You stare at her, taking in every detail of her famous young body. Her big breasts, nipples hard from the cold. Her trim belly, hips and thighs."Are you Drake?" she asks, blinking as her eyes adjust to the light."Claudia James?" you respond. You still can't believe what you're seeing. Claudia James, girl of your dreams, naked and helpless in front of you. Your eyes drop down to her pussy, shaved but
You're alone in the kitchen, tidying the counter after dinner, when Dante walks in. You look up and smile at him. "Oh. Hi Dante.""Need a hand, Emily?" he asks. He tries to maintain eye contact, but you notice his gaze drop briefly so that he can check out your body in your short, tight dress. It's not the first time he's done that tonight. You don't mind — you were actually thinking of him when you chose your outfit. It's gratifying that he seems to appreciate it."No, I'm almost done thanks," you reply. "I'll be out again in a second."Dante looks behind him to make sure that no-one is coming, then joins you behind the counter, standing beside you. "I think I'll give you a hand anyway," he insists, placing his hand on your waist and pulling you to him."Dante, what are you doing?" you ask warily. His body feels firm and strong against you and the scent of his aftershave is delicious."Just giving you a hand," he replies as he begins to stroke up and down the side of your body. It's
You have known Bridget and her husband Nick for quite a while. She’s cool, but honestly when you hang out with her, you’d rather it be with both of them, because you’re really attracted to Nick. You have found yourself fantasizing about him — usually it involves being somewhere with the four of you, or a bigger group, at a party or an outing where you find yourself alone with Nick for a few minutes and make out to demonstrate that you’re into each other, and then make secret plans to hook up later because you know you want each other. Or one of you meets up with the other couple but have some time alone because someone is early or someone is late.It’s just a girlish crush… or so you thought until recently. You have surprised yourself by thinking of Nick more while masturbating, and being a little more forward and flirtatious when you’re around him, most recently last weekend when you were over at their place for dinner with two other couples. Oh, yeah, you need to get that slow cooke
You push yourself up to the edge of the couch and bend down toward the floor, untying and slipping off Nick’s shoes, followed by his socks, as you feel his hand rub across your back. He has to realize you don’t have a bra on. You stick the socks into his shoes and then swing a leg over his lap. After pulling yourself up, you are on your knees straddling him, and he pulls you in for another kiss. Or twelve. There’s plenty of tongue in this round.You scoot back so that you’re more on his legs than his crotch, and decide to go for below the waist first, undoing his belt and tugging on it until it slips from around his middle and then joins his shoes on the floor. Looking into his eyes, you unbutton and unzip his pants, pull on the tail of his shirt until you find the bottom button, and then start unbuttoning it up from there. With your hands inside his shirt before you get to the top, you run your palms over his stomach and chest and then around behind him as you hug into him closely wh