The Photo Shop Ch. 15

"What should we talk about today?" "You were talking about a conflict with Sarah, and your involvement in the births of both Sarah and Gemma. Those might be of interest." "Sarah, conflict? I did send her home for being topless, since that was against my house rules, but that was purely so I could get access to Gemma before school started, which is when her body would become verbotten according to the University of California. I'd still have access to her mind, since I'm a teacher, but I would no longer have 24/7 access to her genitals." Impassive stare. "Though I guess Sarah's masturbation at my window was filled with conflict, since a core element seemed to be her need to have me force her into sucking and fucking. That conflict was inside Sarah, or between her and her dildo. In other words, my proxy dick got all the attention. I could only watch." "Well, you did more than watch." "True. I did get swept up in her ent...

It was a hot summer day and Brittany was floating in the pool on an air raft in a very small pink bikini. With her eyes closed and her sunglasses on, she sunbathed. Brittany laid there peacefully as the sun beat down on her barley covered body. Getting a bit too hot, her hands went for more lotion that was lying on the raft next to her. With a small squirt, Brittany released some of the lotion into her hands and started to rub them together. She gently applied the cool lotion to each of her forearms before going to her neck and chest. Carefully she tried not to touch the small triangles of her pink bikini that barley covered her nipples of her large 34c chest that sat firm on her small body frame. Brittany continued to rub the lotion in and then worked down to her stomach. Another squirt was needed for her long legs. While she was only five-foot-six-inches tall, her legs seemed to go on forever. The lotion felt good as she worked it into her strong thigh muscles and small calves. Bri...

** Dear Readers, like in most of my stories, there is little sex. I write about relationships and how the involved parties react to adverse situations. I have always taking your comments seriously and I hope that it is apparent with my stories. I have reused a character from another story of mine. She is not a major character but a supporting character. I am also not an expert on legal matters so if some of the procedural issues are a bit inaccurate, please forgive me. Once again many thanks to BlankRandi1958, not only is she an excellent author and editor but she always offers tremendous support. This is a two-part story. I will upload the second part tomorrow. I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading ** Sharon Williams was very nervous. It was time to have the talk with her husband Jamie. She had started the process almost three months before, and never felt it would get to this. It was only the last month when she became very melancholy that Jamie happened to have noticed and wa...

I've been seeing the same female doctor for several years now, and while Dr. Pantaru is a beautiful, voluptuous woman in her 40s, there has never been anything between us besides a friendly but professional doctor / patient relationship. There was never a hint of anything sexual, not even when it came time for that annual prostate exam. I frankly found nothing about it the least bit arousing. Besides, she was married, I was with my girlfriend of several years, and I didn't wanna be THAT guy, ya know? Then came the day I found myself suffering from the problem all middle aged men fear: erectile dysfunction. After trying a few home remedies from suggestions found online with no success, I decided it was time to swallow my pride and set up an appointment with Dr. Pantaru. After a young nurse escorted me to the examination room, asked me the usual questions and did the usual general tests, she excused herself and said the doctor would be in shortly. Dr. Pantaru didn't keep me...

CHAPTER SIX: ECLIPSE VIP ROOM Mr. Nolan was sitting in the living room trying to be patient. He heard my heels clicking on the stairs and met me at the bottom. He watched me descend the last steps with a big smile. I stopped and did a little pirouette before him. "As you instructed, sir?" There really wasn't much doubt that I was wearing what he wanted since he had my clothes spread across the bed when I came out of the shower. I was wearing what he like to call 'the school-girl outfit', which consisted of a gray plaid, micro-skirt, thin black tank top, black knee-high stockings that came only just over the knees, a black thong, and heels. "Women," he said as a tease, "for as little as you have on, how does it take so long?" I shrugged and smiled at him. His fingers went to the waist band of my micro-skirt and pulled it up my waist an additional couple inches. "Sir, it barely covered me as I had it." "Tonight, you are my slut i...