Author: yetothinkofit

June was just coming up to fifty years old and a spinster, she stood about 5’10” and around 135 lbs. She had a nice figure not that you would know because of her dowdy wardrobe. She was also quite attractive, again the large horn rimmed glasses no makeup and the sever way she wore her hair tied back did her no favors.

June Varley had been the senior maths tutor at the local college for over ten years. There was no doubting her knowledge of her subject or the ability to get those students who paid attention the grades they needed. Although she was academically respected she was not well liked by either her students or other members of staff.

Her hobbies were walking, running, gardening, and reading, social life non existent.

Her colleges thought she was standoffish aloof and a snob and that was only those that were being kind. 

The senior students all who need good grades to get in university, were less diplomatic, the consensus was that she was a mean minded vindictive dried up old bitch.  Read more »

Jesse’s fingers were slipping from her hand to just grasp at Liz’s fingertips. The pressure she was exerting to hold onto her was making Liz’s fingertips throb. 

They had been dancing in the center of the room, and an escalation of contact had begun. It began with the occasional bump of the hips, a hand resting on an arm. Jessie’s eyes had been sparkling as she laughed on the floor. Liz was more serious, staring back at the more petite girl, constantly stepping in closer. The crowd of dancing bodies helped by moving in a wave to her back, holding them in. Once you lost your moving room once, it was gone. 

It was the sharp shove from behind that started it. Liz’s hands flew out to grip onto Jessie’s waist as she swayed, then balanced. Her upper fingers rested on the bare flesh of Jessie’s waist. The skin was warm, moist with sweat. She let her thumb rub up on the bare skin. It was hard to focus on dancing, though the wild bouncing body in front of her didn’t seem to struggle.  Read more »

Standing 5’4 with blonde hair, green eyes and tan skin she was definitely a teen beauty, though technically she wasn’t a teen, after all, she was 18. She inspected her outfit, making sure everything was in its place. Her white blouse fit her very well with her 34b breasts and small waist line. She turned slightly checking out her cute little butt, clad in a maroon plaid skirt.

Tish scooped up her small backpack purse and left that God-awful classroom and headed for the ladies room. As she opened the door she near collided with another girl. Tish said gave an apology although it was the other girl’s fault. She just rolled her eyes and pushed past Tish. “bitch” she mumbled under her breath as she set her purse down on the sink top and turned to the side to check herself out in the full length mirror on the wall of the bathroom. 
“Not bad” she remarked to herself.  Read more »

As I write this, I should tell you, that I’m wet. More than wet. Turned on. My skin is tingling. 

Ten minutes ago, I was looking for something to put inside me. And fifteen minutes before that, I had been lazily fingering myself. Pulling aside my panties, tugging on my lips, spreading myself apart with two fingers. Left handed. I had a leg propped up on the table to reach myself better. It was easier to thrust my fingers inside me. I touched my pussy like a stranger. Gentle, curiously exploring. Slightly uncoordinated since I was using my off-hand. I was moist. I know you keep lube hidden in the drawer of the computer desk. But trust me, I didn’t need it. 

The more I fingered myself, the more I wanted… well, more. When I was done teasing myself, that’s when I decided to find something to fill me. I used the sharpie marker. The thick one. It went in ridiculously easy. I pushed it in and out several times, using different angles. I could feel it sliding around but it was not enough to clamp around. I needed to have something large enough for my pussy to squeeze.  Read more »