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Tracy’s first presentation is a success.

Tracy had been working with Malcolm for days to get her playground safety proposal for Hartley Park put together just right. She wanted everything to be flawless. This morning she was so nervous she hadn’t even been able to eat breakfast. She arrived at the office early, picked up her mail and headed straight for the kitchen, hoping that some chamomile tea would calm her nerves.

She was halfway through her tea and her mail when she got to the package from Malcolm. “Re: Proposal” it said on the interoffice address form. Inside was a pair of black lace panties, a tiny, oddly shaped soft plastic object, and a note.

Jennie has a fantasy to live out; Mark gets to play.

Jennie looked at Mark over the dinner table and smiled slightly. Her surprise lay hidden under their bed, and she still wasn’t entirely sure of how to spring it on him. They were pretty open about sex, and so far neither of them had balked at the other’s suggestions, but this one was different. This one might be a bit too much for him.

“So have you thought anymore about what you wanted to do tonight?” His question caught her off guard, and she had to set her wine glass down or risk spilling it. She blinked a few times and then smiled widely.

Hotel room mutual masturbation experience.

Funny how it seems we all (or, women at least) want to look different to the way we do. We get an idea about what the perfect body type is, and invariably it’s something that we think we’re not. I mean, I used to really worry about it myself. I’m a medium height, browned-eyed brunette, with straight, shoulder length hair, and what I guess you might call an ‘athletic’ physique – which is to say I’m slender with very small breasts. I’m 29 now, and still the same 32A that I was as a teenager. These days I’m totally comfortable with myself exactly the way I am. But while I’ve always thought I had a pretty face, I did used to worry about being so flat-chested. It wasn’t just whether men would find me attractive (actually I’d also begun to notice an early tendency within myself to worry about whether certain women might find me attractive too!), but like so many teenagers I’d got this anxiety that breast size was directly proportional to one’s chances for success and happiness. I’ve come to realize that it actually doesn’t matter at all. Experience has shown me that there are a lot of men (and women too, as it turns out) who are very attracted to my body type and wouldn’t want it to be any other way. In fact, I’m convinced that whatever type of body you have there will always be plenty of people who are attracted to it – it seems to me that nature has a way of balancing these things out.

18-year-old girl finds anal joy.

Looking back I guess I was very sexually reserved as a young person. But by 18 I was beginning to feel more relaxed about have sexual desires and fantasies.

I didn’t start masturbating until I was 19 but it soon became a very regular thing. I would often think about touching myself during the day and I thought I was terribly sexually liberated because I knew I was going to act on it that night.

I thought people would be astonished to know that I touched myself sexually. I now know that I was doing nothing out of the ordinary, but at the time I thought I was a real wild one.

When good toys go bad.

“Author’s note: This story uses the same characters found in ‘The Interview’. I think this story stands by itself, but if the reader wishes to read the other story, by all means, please do.

Also, thanks to Carillon for your editing help.

Thanks, and enjoy.”

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Gloria Walker walked into her office on a Thursday morning, and hung her coat up on the rack. Moving to her desk, she deposited her bag beside it. Pulling her papers out, she prepared to lay them on top of the desk, her morning routine was automatic, just before her morning cup of coffee. That’s when she saw it. A little box, gift wrapped, complete with a little bow, sat in the middle of her desk.

She “does herself” in front of boyfriend.

Hi. I’m Lanie. My boyfriend, Scott, doesn’t know this (I think), but I’ve always wanted to masturbate for him. Well, to be honest, not just for “him”; there’s a part of me that would just like to take it all off and grind away, in front of a whole crowd, say, at a bar or one of those ’sex clubs’ I’ve heard about. Anyway, I often fantasize about doing this, but I can never seem to work up any kind of nerve. So, I “do myself” in private and stick to fantasizing.

Last night, after Scott and I had gone to sleep, I awakened suddenly, startled somehow. My body felt hot, the covers were tousled, and all of a sudden I realized how horny I was. Maybe I was having one of those really good dreams right before I woke up, but I mean, I “wanted some cock now,” in my pussy, in my mouth, in my hands, on my tits…damn…Scott was asleep next to me, curled up facing his side of the bed. He seemed to be breathing slowly and normally. I didn’t want to wake him up, but I really wanted to come. Hmmm,,,,just “thinking” about touching myself with him asleep next to me made we wet! I felt that slow heat building in my groin, radiating up through my stomach, and I became very aware of my tits (just so you know, my tits are my most erotic ‘zone’ – fondle my tits and play with my nipples, and I’m there!). I sleep only in my panties, which are the satiny slippery kind, and my nipples were getting sensitive. Looking out of the window I could see that the moon was full and shining brightly; looking down I could see both of my nipples poking up under the sheet. I have “very” nice breasts: a C-cup; smooth light brown skin with large, dark aureole surrounding nipples that become large and puffy when aroused.

A woman spends time with her huge breasts.

I came home from work today and I slowly began to unbutton the top I was wearing. The top, being unbuttoned the whole way down, slid off my shoulders onto the floor behind me. I moved to my bed and sat down on the edge, reaching behind my back to unbutton the clasps of my bra. 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5. My bra loosened and I let it slide off my shoulders, letting my big J-cups fall out, and grazed my hand down the side of each breast as I uncovered them, my bra fell away from my body. I slowly traced a line around the top of each breast and down the side again. I drew a finger to the center of my right breast and circled it around my areola, tracing the outside edges, spiraling inwards until I gently stroked my nipple. Doing this sent a slight shock of pleasure through my body, and since I knew that no one was around, I decided to play a little.

A washing machine can do more then wash.

“Why don’t you try it?” Laura’s big brown eyes widened as a naughty thrill went through her body making her shudder a little at the thought of it.

“Be serious” Laura said with a shy smile to her best friend Tally. Laura and Tally were sat in a coffee shop as they normally did on their dinner break chatting.

Tally had been Laura best friend since they were at school; here they were still best friends at the age of 33, even working in the same office building. What they were chatting about was a present that Laura had been given for her last birthday by another friend.

A special customer cums.

After we sell machines to the four ladies that Heather recruited for us we expect more ladies from Heather’s group to call.

However, we first get a call from a lady who identifies herself only as “Lulu.’ She has heard some rumors about Heather buying “some sort of sex machine.

I politely point out to Lulu that we do not discuss our customer’s names or any other identifying information about them. However, we do have any number of socially prominent ladies who are satisfied users of our machines.

Carmen is left wanting more.

On Friday morning Carmen was still in disbelief that she had sex with Greg last night. Even more so, Carmen was amazed at how much she enjoyed it and the way it happened. She felt so sexy, by completely submitting her body and her mind to his will.

Carmen was in the elevator on the way up to her desk. She was wearing a tight red ribbed sweater, a short white skirt, and white heels. She began to think about the idea of giving herself up to the first man in the elevator to try to pick her up. Her nipples began to harden and she felt a warmth and wetness in her pussy. She stood in the elevator patiently waiting and hoping that one of the well-dressed men would make a pass at her.