Seduction

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!

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.

Erica’s first year after university proved very disappointing for romance. She made friends, but she didn’t find anyone to play with. She went through her wardrobe and chose a outfit for a night in town. First the black stockings attached to a belt of satin stockings. Then, a pair of almost luminescent white panties, followed by a loose silk blouse and a skirt above the knee. Finally, a few medium heels, a custom jacket, a little light makeup and perfume. Erica decided to head to the Max Club, a bar on the north side that was not too busy. That night, the crowd was so small. It didn’t take him long to get the attention of a big blond. He wore a leather jacket and a black jeans. He hung on to his table with another bottle of beer she was drinking.

Sometimes you’re very thirsty about sperm, but unfortunately, straight men don’t want to give it to you. Even if they have sufficient supply, they are greedy and for some reason macho they refuse to let you suck their dick. I overcame that obstacle, and all I needed was alcohol, a hotel room, and porn on TV. You see, in Canada they’re much less shy about showing porn on television, so I took my buddy there about 10 years ago when we were both new students. We bought a bunch of alcohol and sat in the drinking room while we were watching porn on TV, both of them becoming super spiny in the process. Luckily for me, he didn’t go to the bathroom and he just took charge right there. It would have been a waste, and he was certainly excited enough to do so. Alcohol made him a little too tired to get out of bed.

It was a cold, rainy day, October as I sat near the window of the image waiting for the grocer to deliver my order. I thought about my husband, who served in the navy, on a carrier. He’d been gone for five months and I was thinking how much I missed his company, his conversation, his dick. We had only been married a month before Ed’s tour began and we made sure that every minute counted. We had to fuck six times a day and in so many different positions during this month.

Charlie wanted what he was gonna do. Either way, he was gonna fuck his neighbor, Jill. He tried to get him through persuasion, but she had politely rejected him. She hadn’t been crazy, she just smiled at her and told her that she really enjoyed what he said to her, but that she was married and that she was only going to bed with her husband.

It’s unless her husband asks her to go with him and another man, but it was something she knew he would never do.

It was a long day, and it was only two in the afternoon. I spent the morning and early afternoon at a development meeting. A dozen people throwing ideas for a new sitcom - some of them good. I was in favor of an old friend. The meeting had lasted five hours and nothing had been done. I had a headache.

I entered the house without waiting. Sometimes you come home knowing who’s there and what they’re probably doing - watching TV, surfing the net, sleeping, whatever. Today I wasn’t aware of my surroundings. My mind was trying to face the whirlwind of thoughts that the meeting had generated. By entering the house, my first thought was to have a beer.