ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN ON SLAVE TUESDAY -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I lay upon the bed, bound, unable to do anything but wait. It was agonizing, but I reveled in it. It was Slave Tuesday. A few minutes earlier, I had served Mistress Jessica her evening coffee before following her into the bedroom. Once there, she faced me looking absolutely smashing in her black lingerie. I couldn't help but stare. "Take a good look," she said. "It's the last you'll get for a while." Scooping up the blindfold from the bed, she pulled it over my eyes and adjusted it until I was in total darkness. Then I felt her strap a restraint around my right thigh, and when it was snug she attached my wrist to it so that my hand was bound to my side. She repeated this on my left side, rendering me totally helpless to her whims. After helping me onto the bed so that I was lying on my stomach, Jessica attached another pair of restraints to my ankles and clicked them together. A delicious feeling of vulnerability overwhelmed me. "Well," she said, gently massaging my ass, "you're ready. Enjoy yourself, my sweet captive. I'll be back." Then she gave my ass a sharp slap. I heard her footsteps and then the sound of the door closing, but I wasn't sure if she had actually left me or was simply sitting in the corner of the room, silently observing her property. I tested my restraints and was unable to move. Knowing I'd be there until she saw fit to release me, I squirmed, trying to get comfortable. This made me grind my cock into the mattress, and as I grew more aroused I wondered how long I could endure this sweet torture. My imagination ran wild as I lay there with nothing but my thoughts, and it felt like an eternity had passed by the time I heard the door open and then close. I was so excited that I started up, and she was quick to shut me down. "Don't get all worked up," she said. "I just stopped by to see how you're doing." I moaned at hearing this and sank back onto the bed. I imagined her looking down at me wearing her sexy lingerie, which just made things worse. I tried turning off my thoughts, but couldn't, and moaned again. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - JOIN NOW FOR MORE LETTERS LIKE THIS! -

LIVE NUDE GIRLS -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I couldn't believe my luck when Melissa asked me to room with her. We had both just graduated college, and I was faced with either staying in California as a struggling actress or putting my tail between my legs and heading back to my small hometown in Ohio. Melissa solved my problem by inviting me to share a house that belonged to her father, a super-rich guy who occasionally spoiled her rotten. The house was a sprawling three-bedroom right on the beach, in a secluded neighborhood. The backyard was surrounded by a huge fence, so Melissa and I thought nothing of stripping down to the altogether when we laid out for some sun. One afternoon we were doing just that when I thought someone was watching me. It wasn't a creepy feeling; it was actually very titillating. Beads of sweat were forming on my tits, stomach and legs and my pussy felt warm. Lazily, I opened my eyes and looked around and saw a telephone repairman up in a cherry-picker, getting quite an eyeful of two hot young cuties in the buff. I nudged Melissa and indicated what was going on. She looked up and waved at the guy. He looked at us, embarrassed, and waved back. Melissa was wild and had her share of adventures with public nudity, so she just rolled over and continued sunbathing. "Maybe we should charge for the view," she said casually. I'd graduated with a degree in business, so that got the wheels in my mind spinning. There had been many times when I'd been pretty broke and had given serious thought to stripping--just to make some extra cash. This was one of those times. In fact, I had actually sat in the parking lot of a local club but chickened out before I went in to apply for a job. Although I was something of a show-off, I wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought of being naked in front of a roomful of strange men. I knew there had to be some other way. I put together my plan over the next few days and did some research on the Internet. I called Amanda, a friend who lived on the same floor as Melissa and I in college. She was a tall, lanky cowgirl from Oklahoma who was beautiful enough to be a fashion model but instead was a computer genius and had gotten herself a plum job in L.A. I asked her all about web cams and servers and streaming video and all sorts of other stuff about which I had only vague notions. Amanda was able to put it all together for me. "So what you want," she asked in her Midwestern twang, "is to put cameras around the house so that men can log on to your web site and watch you?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - JOIN NOW FOR MORE STORIES LIKE THIS! -

TWO FUN-LOVING GIRLS: SHARING A HOT TUB WITH A PAIR OF STUDS IS SIMPLY FANTASTIC -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Last summer, my best friend, Carrie, and I decided to invest in a house-share down by the beach. We figured it would be a fun way to get some peace and relaxation, a great tan, and perhaps even hook up with some hot guys. We didn’t realize then that we wouldn’t even have to leave the house to meet those hot cute guys. When we arrived at the house for our first weekend, we were immediately greeted by two very good-looking guys who insisted on giving us the tour of the house. We knew we’d be sharing the house with two other people, but we didn’t know that we’d lucked out by sharing the place with Todd, a six-foot-four blond hunk with rippling abs and ocean-blue eyes, and Adam, a six-footer himself, with wavy brown hair that hung down to his shoulders and biceps that made me quiver just looking at them. As they showed us the layout of the house and welcomed us with hugs, Carrie and I giggled to each other that our biggest problem would be to decide who gets to have which handsome stud first! Carrie is a tall strawberry-blonde with peachy skin and legs so long they make men drool, while I’m a curly-haired brunette with breasts to die for and an ass to match. We knew the men were probably having the same dilemma as we were as to which one of us they’d like to get to know more intimately first. We all sensed the instant attraction between the four of us, and knew it was only a matter of time before we all succumbed to the sexual tension that filled the air. Luckily, our amazing beach house provided the perfect opportunity to get things started when Todd suggested that we all dip into the hot tub to get the summer started off with a bang. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - JOIN NOW FOR MORE LETTERS LIKE THIS! -

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