Hi, my name is Prof. Zingmens, and I'm here too and, that's it I am done. Goodbye. That stopped earlier than Anticipated. What exactly did we overlook? Well, pretty much anything between the hi and the goodbye. If this does not specify this matter at the layman terms, we are not sure that the scientific definition below will do any better.

It was Saturday night finally, and the universe seemed to not notice the trouble I was plotting for once. Up until this moment, although everything had seemed to fall into place perfectly to make this meeting happen, I had still been skeptical because our track record with making plans was less than stellar. Suddenly my phone buzzed as a text came through: “I’m outside.” Those two words sent an unexpected rush of excitement through me. I turned towards the mirror on the wall near K’s front door for a last minute once over. The vibrant red of my hair was almost mesmerizing, my locs playfully framing my face in a sleek bob with a few soft waves. Never much for makeup, even after shedding my tomboy ways, my face was minimally done to say the least. Dark coal liner made my eyes look warm and bright, while a light coat of mascara fluffed my already full lashes. Completing the look with a translucent shimmery powder and a glossy mocha gloss, I had managed to remain natural while playing up all of my best features. I had chosen an outfit that was both simple and sexy, not too mention one that would require little effort to get off. The soft chenille dress hugged my curves, and stopped just below the bottom of my modest derriere giving the illusion of more volume back there. Sleeveless and sporting a deep v neckline, the color played between pale pink or light peach depending on the light. Paired with a matching ankle length sweater duster and black faux fur slippers, the entire look gave “sex on legs” vibes. This was exactly what I had been going for so I smiled at myself, then let out a nervous breath I didn’t realize that I had been holding.

"Good Morning, Sunshine!! How did you sleep?" Anthony was standing over Alyse with only his boxers on, holding a tray with a nice breakfast of eggs, french toast, both pan and link sausage, and a fresh glass of orange juice, that he had prepared for Alyse. He had told himself that he was gonna put all the effort he could into winning Alyse's heart. He figured if he could waste his time doing so much for Ebony, then he sure could go all out for Alyse. He did all he could think of for Ebony and she never could appreciate anything. Why not show Alyse how she deserved to be treated? At least, with her, he felt like she wanted him in her presence, and wasn't just the man who funds all of her fun!

Chapter 1: Mommy’s got a Secret I’m ready to fuck! After showering and putting on the sexiest lingerie I had in my drawer. I felt like a Sex Goddess in that damn thing! It had been a stressful week for us both at work and at home. I was finally ready for my mans big dick in every hole imagined.

DAY 18 Short Erotic Stories Chapter 18 MEETING part 2 Hіѕ mоuth wеnt bасk tо hеr nipples, but hе wаѕn’t аѕ gentle thіѕ time. Eасh touch wаѕ a bit rоughеr, аѕ he tugged hеr nipple with his tееth bеfоrе ѕuсkіng hard. Jеnnа gasped. She wasn’t sure how much mоrе оf thіѕ dеlісіоuѕ tоrturе she соuld hаndlе.

I saw your smile and I knew that I wanted to be with you. To feel your lips, pressed against my lips, to feel your hands intertwined with mine.

The PR firm was Wesley's first job after grad school. Well, the first job he had properly earned, anyway. He'd been handed a job as grad school ended and stayed there nine months. But this job, this was his. It was in a new town, not where he'd grown up and not where he'd gone to college.

It was a late night vibe. Put the kids to bed, poured me a glass of wine and kicked back watching to TV when I got a text. Yes, you will never guess who it was because it was definitely left field for me.

DAY 17 Short Erotic Stories Chapter 17 MEETING part 1 Fоr thе fіrѕt time іn her 25 уеаrѕ оn еаrth, Jеnnа wаѕ surprised bу thе girl lооkіng bасk аt hеr іn thе mіrrоr. Staring back аt her wаѕ асtuаllу nоt a girl but a wоmаn. A wоmаn ѕhе bаrеlу rесоgnіzеd. Jеnnа grinned.