Sinful Small Stories

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I was kind of nervous this time. Not sure why, but maybe it was because of the long months that had passed since last time - or perhaps the fact that last visit was less than eventful. The lack of action had been my choice back then, but still. Either way, this time I had taken a day off from work to try to prevent that the stress and pressure of the latest few months.   After having spent the day with a dear old friend I retreated back to the hotel room to get ready for an evening at the club. One never can tell how these visits end up, but as mentioned - I realised that my nerves were a bit frazzled this time. A small rum and the right music helped getting in the right mindset… the rest I couldn’t do much about.  As usual I put my very regular clothes on top of my outfit for the evening. Don’t want to attract too much attention on my way to and later from the club. I had followed the feed on the member site and it seemed like a couple of persons was going to meet at a restau...

It was a dark and stormy night… I was stretched out on the couch, watching but not quite engaging in one of those tv shows that comes thirteen on a dozen about a number of young people of nondescript age and with canned laughter to let you know when it was supposed to be funny. I had half a glass of Rioja left on the side table and took a sip every now and then. My attention had long ago started to drift away from what was happening on the screen and at the moment I was casually running my left hand over my chest, taking turns stroking my breasts. Not really in a sexual manner, but rather because it just felt good. My husband had already gone to bed and I was considering doing the same - and that’s when a loud crash made me jump… and the lights went out. The only light came from the open fire over in the corner and I could hear my husband shuffling out of bed upstairs and making his way down the creaky stairs. I met him in the doorway and we looked at each other in the dim light of the...

  You know, there are friends who are both near & dear confidantes - and who you still would like to have mindblowing sex with..! That’s the way I feel for this particular friend of mine, but obviously that thing about the sex will have to stay in my slightly perverted brain… and that’s okay, because she is a really marvellous friend.  We’ve made plans to meet at a bar in this town we both happen to visit at the same time on work related occations - what are the odds? We’ve been spending the days on separate conferences, but since neither have anything planned for the evening we are meeting up in a bar located smack in between our respective hotels. The good thing about visiting a larger town is that it’s usually quite easy to get a ride with either taxi or bus… meaning we can actually talk over a drink or two.  It’s half past six and the grey day has transformed into a grey evening. I enter the bar and look around. Someone waving from a table at the far end catches m...