"Fuck me!"
The echo, the plea in my wife's voice, the insistent growl of her eager submission, those words excited me hard, almost terrifying me as they cut my soul. I loosened my grip, letting Andrea's dark-golden locks slip from the hard knot of my fingers. She moaned low, with a melted wanton glare in her big brown eyes. I turned to look out the window. A dim reflection stared back at me.
"Is he out there?" I asked softly.
"Who?" Andrea asked, suddenly nervous.
"You're mine," I said, tightening my grip on her hair again, drawing her head back. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed.
"Fuck me," she purred.
Bill had been teaching freshman biology for only four years now, but he knew exactly what type of student Kristen Parker was. She would show up for her appointment promptly at five, despite the fact that she hardly ever showed up for class. She would tell the story about the dead grandmother, and expect to be given an A. But the fact remained; she failed the first exam.
He wondered what they had been teaching these kids in high school. It seemed that by the time you got to college you would be able to handle a little upset in life, (assuming of course the upset was for real, and it seldom was). It was a tough situation. These were potentially good students, but they failed. He could offer a makeup exam, but she would probably fail that too.
"There are times when you have to turn off your mind and think with your balls," Michael thought idly.
Eight years of blissful, loyal marriage had not stymied his vivid fantasies of making love to other women. Even the joys and rigors of parenthood had not dampened his intense imagination. He had gone through phases where he actually thought about other women while making love to his wife. In spite of his fantasies, he still had deep feelings of personal contentment as well as pride in the fact that he had never even touched another woman in the ten years since he met his wife.
An empty bottle of homemade blackberry wine lay on its side... purple drops of sweetness leaving a trail on the carpet. The firelight flickered, drying out the moist scent of sex in the living room.
Two bodies lay exhausted on the floor, sofa cushions and pillows strewn around the masculine room. His hand trailed through her shoulder length hair, the chestnut brown sheen radiated red and gold in the reflection of the fire's glow.
Her breathing was shallow and fast. He watched as her breasts fluttered with her rhythm. One of her hands, long, elegant with its short, blunt nails, lifted languidly and then dropped, as if the effort of pushing against gravity was too much to achieve.
My name is Inice, I'm a 20 year old woman from Jamaica. My black ancestry mixed with Asian, and eastern European has been kind of a gift to me. All the girls in my family have always been beautiful. It's been that mixture of the races, that all came together somehow - in a perfect harmony. At any rate, I think that's why I got my current job, and at the price I was asking for.
But I think I should have read the small print of the employment contract a little better. I thought the job description read "Upstairs Maid" when, in reality, from the way things turned out it probably should have read "Made Upstairs."
I didn't think it was possible, but Mark had been a very naughty boy. Again. It wasn't enough that I had punished him once... or twice... it just seemed that he could never get enough of it. Maybe he was just lonely and thought that any attention he could get would be worth it. So I would be more than happy to oblige him.
I heard the knock on my apartment door at exactly the moment I told him to arrive. When I didn't answer, I knew he would use his key and let himself in, thinking he would be surprising me. Little did he know!
My wife and I joined a couple for a night of drinking and cards. My wife is in her late 20s, about 5'3" and 125 pounds of exquisite flesh. She has large tits with nipples that can stick out about a quarter inch. We went to visit Carl and Kathy, who are very close. Kathy is only 23 and is short and slight. She has a blond pixie haircut and her small titties compliment her 100 pound frame.
We sat down to play a game of spades with Kathy being my partner. The rule was, whoever lost a hand, that team had to do a shot of Tequila. It didn't take long before everyone was feeling good and a bit warm. The girls started to object the continuation of shots, so we suggested that a piece of clothing could be discarded as substitute. Everyone agreed and I have to admit, I didn't mind losing that often because as I did... so did Kathy.