Adrienne’s Ironic Lingerie
January 19th, 2007
Adrienne’s Ironic Lingerie
“Did you say ‘erotic lingerie’?”"No, ironic lingerie. It’s erotic, too, of course. But this was not the point I was making.” Adrienne’s eyes glinted with sharp intelligence and dry humor, as they usually do.
Okay. I had no idea what she was talking about. But I was used to that. I love Adrienne madly, and when her eyes glimmer that way she can speak nonsense or Old Norse, and I won’t mind.
Furthermore, I’d learned that this was a woman who could teach me a thong or two about underwear, and that the lessons were always most enjoyable. Like the night she’d explained “boyshorts” to me - with the vivid, hands-on approach favored by all the best teachers.
“What do you mean you want to show me your ‘boyshorts’?” I said cluelessly. “Is all your own underwear in the laundry or something?”
Adrienne tried not to laugh too hard as she slipped off her jeans. She didn’t say a word as she rubbed her palms slowly along her hips, emphasizing how nicely the “boyish” cut of these baby-blue panties flattered a feminine shape. A flutter or two of her fingers along the front served to underscore that these ultra-brief briefs had no fly, and that they had been designed for nobody but a girl. Even before she turned around to slap her own butt cheeks and show off the way the perky cotton hugged them, I was sold.
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The Interview
January 18th, 2007
The Interview
His secretary showed me into his office closing the door behind her. I sit down in the chair opposite his desk crossing my legs.
He looks at me and asks, “What are your qualifications?”
My skirt has ridden up, revealing my white thigh above my stockings and I can see him staring. I begin telling him about all of my job experiences, but his green eyes are roaming all over my body.
“Are you wearing any panties under that skirt?” he asks.
“No”, I answer uncrossing my legs spreading them apart slowly. As my legs part, my skirt rises higher allowing him full view of my wet pussy lips.
“Nice”, he says, moving in front of me and kneeling down.
Threesome By Appointment
January 14th, 2007
Threesome By Appointment
Lisa found herself wondering at the whole situation. Here she was, sitting half-dressed on the couch between her husband of six years and a gorgeously well built and exceedingly suave male escort. They were all sipping drinks and courteously discussing the weather as if what was about to happen were a normal, everyday occurrence. Her heart was beating madly, her panties were soaked in anticipation, and yet it all seemed so terribly unreal.
It was all her idea, of course.
“I want you to watch me fuck another man,” she’d casually whispered over dessert at their favorite local restaurant.
Jack’s eyebrows had shot up in surprise, shocked more by the location of her suggestion than the content of it. They’d shared fantasies before; he knew of her wandering eye, and her lush fantasies of double-cocked pleasure. He was turned on by it, she knew.
Broken Vows
January 14th, 2007
Broken Vows
by Lliandrin
Walking into the dimly lit bar Adriana held her breath. She could not believe that she was here. Married women do not go out to bars alone, yet here she was in her sexiest dress. She was a pretty woman. Not beautiful but pretty. Tonight she looked sad and a little scared. Her long brown hair was loose about her shoulders curling delicately at the ends. Her face was a little pixieish with plump red lips and green eyes. The dress was black with spaghetti straps that left her smooth shoulders bare. It was a simple sheath made out of a frothy material that clung to her generous curves.
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January 11th, 2007
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