Sexy Scribe

She opened an eye, but her whole world was still one of darkness. She felt something around her face, like a mask. She cooled down with fear as she began to regain consciousness. Ronnie tried to move but couldn’t.

She felt the rope wrapped around her body, shaking it firmly on a narrow sofa. His wrists were fastened, then pulled behind his head, where they were attached to the back of the sofa.

I have and you know that imagination is a horrible thing to waste. See, I came home from work on an incredibly excited night. My husband, on the other hand, was more interested in dating his friends and asked me to wait for him to come home. We didn’t get along from the beginning and I was ready to catch up, but now he really pissed me off.

Frustrated like hell, I decided I’d go out when he left and find my own pleasure. I was pretty convinced this bastard was cheating and I was tired of playing the second violin. After all, I was too excited to sit at home and rock my thumbs. I took a shower and put on a low-cut blouse (sheer bra), a short skirt and 4-inch pumps. You know those who say, “Fuck you!”

You feel naked and scratching under your short skirt. It’s weird to be shaved. You haven’t felt that way since you were 12, and it’s because of your perverted husband. He invited a friend to watch the fight. One thing led to another… Soon after, you were sucking Al’s dick and your wife cut off your pretty bush.

He was careful not to put on you, fondling your labia in the foam and drawing the blade on your sensitive skin until each small loop was history. After being naked, he sat down and admired you for a while, his friend still holding your ankles high and wide as he threw himself at the bottom of your throat. Then he licked you a little, delighted with your sweetness and the new sensation of your bald little pubis as he stinged your wet folds and kissed the sweetness of your vagina. He went after your clitoris, rolled it under his lips until you shouted Al’s kidneys. Your assailant on his knees only took you harder when your husband got away. Naked now, his dick has risen and looks mean.

I found out my new girlfriend Evelyn wasn’t in the mood. She didn’t get upset easily. So I was a little surprised one day by a little mood change, but suddenly. We were at the mall, and she asked me to come with her to one of those chic women’s shops where she was going to leave a dress to be modified that she had bought earlier. She let me wait at the cash register while she went into the dressing room to drop off the dress. When she left, she was in her pleasant and joyful mood, but when she came back, she suddenly seemed distracted and nervous. I was wondering why, but she didn’t say. She only said that the tailor was there, and that he would change the dress but that it had to be measured first. She told me she’d be back and back in the dressing room. It’s funny, but seeing her leave, I was thinking about her body.

Life is weird! As a great firm lawyer now doing pro bono work for the court, I met an old girlfriend; Actually, I had hoped she’d be my girlfriend in college.

Sally B was still beautiful at 35 and I recognized her first and when I said her name while she was sitting in my office, she laughed and said, TIMMY! I could never forget that beautiful body, and I guess she couldn’t forget a skinny kid, little geek after all. Then we shared the usual stories of the past. Who married, divorced.

It was my first year in college when I got my first Big Black Cock. I remember the day I looked at the mirror in the bathroom and smiled at what I was looking at. A beautiful face with full lips and blue eyes and a head full of big blonde curls. I was dressed in a new tight skirt that I had just bought and a lovely little tank top. How sad I was to ruin such a cute outfit one boring night at my friend Neena’s. I didn’t have a bra and yet my incredible breasts hung perfectly with no sag tip. I passed my hands on the front of my shirt and on my nipples. I was so excited and stuck here with no man in sight.

I knew very soon that I didn’t make her happy. Our sex drives seemed out of sync. When I was tired of work and wanted to sleep, she wanted sex. When I was rested and ready, she was less and less in the mood.

When I left school and worked full time (two jobs), and she finished school, our social life was very different. My social life revolved around emails to my friends and family, 2,000 miles away. My day off was spent with her and her family - church and dinner. She spent the evening with her friends, supposed to be the “sensitive” as they drank and pursued men. She also spent many weekends out of town with her school clubs and visited her mother.

My wife is a charming woman, with long burning red hair and crystal green eyes. Her name is Karen and she has 5'8 with long legs in shape. Its silhouette is perfect with full and firm breasts measuring 39" that require a D-cup bra. His hips also measure 39" but there is no ounce of fat on it. She has the softest, tightest and rounded ass you’ve ever seen. Even though her broad hips give her a big ass, her small size of 24" ends on her hour glass silhouette.

When I left college, I graduated in photography, and I look forward to becoming a full-time professional. What I didn’t count on was that for every job, there were at least twenty qualified candidates. And my sex was certainly an obstacle, too, as they seemed to favor male photographers. I became discouraged and desperate, and then I met Tish..

It was a model to come and we became fast friends. She was the one who suggested me take glamorous photos of her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. She felt that being a woman was an asset in glamorous photography. I hired a studio and while Tish was changing, I set up the dressing room dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, but it was a very different Tish that came out. Talk about sexy black netting stockings, black lacy panties, a lacy frilly belt and high heeled shoes, a long rope of pearls around her neck, sticking on her breasts. “Like this?” She cleansed herself, waving her lips through the room. “Do you think they’re pretty sexy?” I whistled in recognition. She was really a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a sweet smell. If I were a man, I would have jumped on him. God!

Illeana is one of Bollywood’s hottest actresses. It was not only that, however, it was the way she smiled, the way she walked, and above all, her sexy and young throat. He must have had it. But how?

He’s been tracking her for months. He followed her in her big black van with tinted windows, always with binoculars of night vision ready. He watched it come and go from the different sets, restaurants and cafes, and even from his house and regular hotels. He took pictures of her and especially of her beautiful face and young throat. He put pictures in his van and in his little apartment. He knew what he wanted to do with her and he knew she wanted to, even if she hadn’t met him yet.