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Your eyes shown in the bright lights.

I looked into them, wanting to see your thoughts at that moment, but I could not.

You nervously glanced around the room as I approached you, and then you stared at me as I reached forward to touch your neck. I felt you shiver as my hands fell around your neck.

Tensed muscles told me what I sought to read in your eyes.

I like that feeling,that sweet thrill when I touch someone for the first time. They never know exactly what to expect. Sometimes, neither do I. Continue reading »

“NOTE: Someone plagiarized Parts 1-3 and posted them under the title “Screwing the Sorority” on Literotica. These illegal postings have since removed. I am specifically re-posting this series now so that you will be able to enjoy Part 4-6 and the side-story even if you’ve already read “Screwing the Sorority.”"

*Part 3: Togetherness*

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I was dreaming. I think. There were images flashing through my head but I couldn’t find the strength to form them into anything coherent or into a set order. Just… snapshot pictures. And sounds. And sensations. I heard an erotic moan, definitely female. I felt distinct pleasure. Raw, powerful, hungry pleasure. I saw darkness and yet not; like the red haze of light shining in through closed eyelids. I remembered lying on my side, a beautiful woman pillowing her head on my left arm, my right encircling her nude body. I felt comfortable satisfaction. And the sounds returned, small yelps. But I was starting to put the sensations together. Continue reading »

“Again this story is inspired by & dedicated to New Zealand author KJ Tatts, for both her posts on the Literotica Forum and her persona.”

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One of the most enjoyable parts of my job as a construction project manager is the variety in the working day, with no two days being the same. There are always problems to be resolved, people to direct, and the obligatory paperwork to be tackled. I try to split my day so I tackle each of these tasks several times a day by walking around the construction site at least twice a day checking on progress, safety, and quality, amongst other things. Continue reading »

Tonight I am up late, thinking of you, longing to celebrate those pleasures which we have come to enjoy so thoroughly, albeit briefly by way of mere instant messages.

A fantasy of you haunts me like a spectre in the corners of my mind, distracting me from the day’s tasks. It beckons me to follow, and for a moment tonight, I succumb to the temptation with the hope that it might provide me respite.

Your words of frequent travels to conferences inspire me to write about what might transpire should you ever attend a conference in my town. Perhaps it is a weeknight or two that you stay, making it very hard for me to get away from home under reasonable pretenses. Nonetheless, my desire to be with you marshals together the resources to craft an alibi beyond doubt. Continue reading »

Practice the next day was interesting to say the least. He was very apprehensive during warm-up until Sandra skated up and thumped him on the mask with hers. “Relax kid, its play time.” She winked at him and skated off, and he knew none were the wiser.

There were some subtle differences though. When one of the freshman girls lost an edge and crashed into him, Denae pounced on her like a mother lion defending her cub. Alan grabbed the freshman as Sandra pulled the screaming Denae off of her. “Damn it Denae, chill out!” Continue reading »

*Day Two*

“Wake up dude,” I heard someone say as I felt an insistent nudge against my shoulder.

My eyes opened and I saw Jeremy’s face looking down into mine.

“You need to hurry up and grab some breakfast if you want to make it to tennis this morning.”

Tennis, fuck! I didn’t even like playing tennis, but I remembered that I had agreed to do so last night at dinner.

“Fuck,” I said, rubbing my head and trying to wake up.

“Don’t worry,” said Jeremy, perhaps misunderstanding my irritation, “It’ll work out, cause the luncheon for the cotillion escorts is going to be held at the country club before rehearsal. So we can hit some balls and then you can do what you gotta do anyway.” Continue reading »

*Chapter 6: Pool Party (part 2)*

Rachel swam back to the group of skinny dippers that included Molee, Ron, Michelle, and Tim. All of them seemed to admire her confident strokes as her nude body sliced gracefully through the water. I followed admiring both her skill and beauty from the rear perspective.

She was still grinning as she approached the rest of the group who was standing in a semicircle around Molee who obediently waited to be used. I again wondered who she was, but admired the depth of her commitment to her fantasy. Turning control over to Michelle took no small measure of courage. Continue reading »