Peeping Jane: Part 2

He pulls his hard dick out through the slit of his boxer briefs, stroking it slowly as he watches the two girls. I take a long drag, filling my lungs with minty smoke, and squat down for a more comfortable view. Leaving the cigarette pressed between my lips, I pull off Christina’s jean jacket and spread…

Happy Ending: Part 2

Slick with massage oil, his hands caressed over my bare back. They glided over my taunt muscles with just enough pressure to locate areas of tension without my initial fear of being broken. I felt like I was melting into the table. Paul broke the silence. “How’s the pressure?” I moaned pleasurably, no longer caring about…

One Man’s Treasure

As I sit on the edge of the firm leather couch, my spine rigid, knees crossed, and ankles together, my hands play with the hem of my skirt. Crushing the polyester fibers between my fingers, I watch the darkness of the hall for him to reappear. “Let me grab you a water,” he bellows seconds…