Sexy Scribe

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.

It happened in the mid-1990s, when I was dating a beautiful little biker girl. I was only in the biker scene, and I was a little young and naive, I guess. My then girlfriend, Jane, was already a long-time biker, in the rally scene too and had friends in many clubs. I loved her madly; She was an ex model, and was really sexy and small, with long dark hair and the most beautiful face imaginable, perfect little round tits and a slim and girly silhouette. However, she had a harder edge for her; She was quite outgoing and self-assertive, and had this kind of flirtation and jealousy about her that no man of red blood could fail to fall for.

She looked good in what she had. The shape of her body suggests she’s very sporty.

Her top was low enough to show her neckline in her well-proportional breasts. When she leaned, they almost seemed to fall.

The pants she wore were skin tight on her ass, and slightly rang her feet. She had a nice ass.

She was following me around the gym. After I finished on a certain machine, I was heading through the room to work on another muscle arm/shoulder. After a minute, she came to the machine right next to me. This has happened several times.

I met Jane on the Internet. At the time, we were both married and very unhappy. My wife was very conservative and useless to say that my sexual energies were beyond belief. An occasional glans in the shower and sex maybe every two weeks was equal for the class. Jane was married to a very conservative man who essentially wanted sex with missionaries twice a week.

Jane and I had an online affair for 3 months and during these three months we explored our wildest sexual fantasies online. We thought we’d never meet, so we let ourselves go online. I write emails to Jane asking her to finish them. She’s already finished them. One of my fantasies was to be Dominate on Jane and make her do some slutty stuff. A fantasy I started was to take Jane to a sneaky club and make her suck a guy in front of everyone in the club. Jane finished the fantasy by sucking all the guys in the club.

My new boyfriend asked me to go to dinner with two other couples at his friends’. He said they were doing this from time to time and trying to get dressed for it. I wore a nice “basic black” with a forehead that my boyfriend Dave liked to look down.

The party was fun, but nothing spectacular. The only thing of interest was when our host, Jim, talked about studying hypnosis while taking psyche classes at university. He asked me to let him hypnotize me, and feel a little wild, I left him. He held a diamond pin, and he lit the light in my eyes. He told me my eyes would follow him by moving him slowly. His voice spoke to me, gently and calmly, telling me that I was very relaxed and calm. Soon I was drifting, without worrying about anything, happy to do what he said. He put me well that the usual stage hypnosis tricks, smashing like a duck, not being able to fold my arm. He even had my body stiffened and put my head on a chair and my feet on another, had one of the other girls standing on my stomach. Very weird.

I’ll never forget the night I had a friend’s party. Most of them were married. Their age was 16 to about 26. Most women had between 16 and 21. The party was a little wild, a lot of drinking and most women/girls making a little flash of their charms.

My only friend, his wife was 17, they had only been married for eight months. Of course he’d kissed her about six months before they got married. Anyway, she showed up one of her breasts, beautiful little farm with big nipples. Never both at once. She also sat or danced in a way that you would have a nice view of her tight bikini seeing through filmed panties. You’d even have a flash of her pubic hair through her panties, they were that movie. Almost as if she had nothing. He seemed to descend on her showing her charms to other men and women.

It was a typical afternoon Monday and I was waiting for the kids to come home from school when the bell rang. I answered the door to find Anna, a good friend standing there. Come in.

Anna and I talked for a while and then she told me that she met this man and that he was amazing. Anna was recently divorced and has only been out for about 3 months now and she keeps me informed of her dates. Anna said she had been with this guy about 5 times now and he was amazing.

Mable offered to help his friends Jake and Dean paint their house. She had chosen a very nice purple shade to help them. She arrived early on Saturday morning and noticed that they had already started opening the door.

Mable enters the living room and sees them paint. They were both wearing T-shirts and shorts. She admired the bodies while they shook sweat. Dean talked and told him to take a brush and start. Mable decided she’d better get rid of what she thought. She had been with Jake several times, but never Dean. She wondered how he was, but she had to help get their house together and not think about sex.

It all started the day I first met my girlfriend’s parents. I was 19 at the time and my girlfriend’s mother was only 37 years old. I fell into lust with her almost immediately. Her name was Karen and she had 5'6" Auburn hair and the most beautiful pair of legs I’ve ever seen. She was sitting on an inclination with her legs up and she had a pretty short skirt. I was hoping we’d take a look at her skirt, but I couldn’t make it too obvious.