“Do I get to come in and watch the shoot?” Adam asks once he’s parked.“No way.” I shake my head quickly as I undo my seatbelt. “You’re waiting in the car.” Through the windshield I see Victor pacing in front of the building’s entrance. “I can introduce you to Victor, though. He’s the photographer.”As Adam and I approach him, it’s clear Victor’s pissed. Pressing his phone to his ear, he’s scowling, his voice sharp as he speaks with someone.“…should have told me this sooner. Not right before the fucking shoot.”He darts a glance at us then freezes, a stunned look on his face. Abruptly he ends the call and stuffs his phone in his jacket pocket.“Cora, thanks for making it.” He looks at Adam. “Who’s this? Your boyfriend?”I shake my head. “My guardian. This is Adam.”I dart a glance at Adam. I’m always embarrassed when people assume we’re a couple. Adam always finds it funny. He chuckles as he greets Victor, extending his hand for a shake.“You look good shirtless?” Victor asks after h

My whole body is on fire. I’ve never been so totally open to a man. The urge to shut my legs is great, but Adam leans in to feather kisses along the insides of my thighs.As he travels higher, I’m squirming with desperation for his lips on that part of me that needs him the most. At last, his warm breath on my slick lips is quickly followed by his mouth, then his eager tongue.“Oh god…” I cry out, my back arching off the bed.My hand instinctively cups the back of Adam’s head, holding him close as he eats me out. Adam sucks on my pussy lips, then grips them and spreads them open just like he did my legs. He latches on to my clit and sucks on it while his tongue laps over it repeatedly.The desperate need to come builds again. I’m panting hard, my body overcome with trembles. I roll my hips, grinding my pussy against Adam’s mouth, my moans loud in the room.He pushes his fingers deep into me again. He turns his wrists and rubs the pads of his fingers against a sensitive spot buried ins

Sister Divine took her faith very seriously. The Lord God had given everything, His love, His dignity and His life, for His people and it was only right that she should give up everything for Him in return. And so she had chosen sisterhood in the Convent of the Blessed Mary, in the very ascetic order of the Damascene Nuns. Here there were no soft options in her dedication to her faith. Her possessions were left behind in the secular world beyond. Her hair was shaved off her head and off her body. And she was bereft of even the venal vanity of clothing. In this way, the Damascene sisters had nothing between themselves and the Love of the Jesus Christ.There was no privacy in the convent. She shared her bare cell with a single mattress and Sister Admonition, another nun who had abandoned the temptations of the Godless world beyond, along with her hair and clothes. Her days were spent, as were the days of all the nuns, in prayer and in the service of the convent, which required all its

One week, Sister Litany was ill and had to be confined to her bed. Sister Love and Sister Divine visited her and prayed for her good health, promising to carry out her duties in her absence, but, in Sister Divine's case, secretly glad that her sulking brooding presence was absent for a while. And indeed, the atmosphere was so much lighter and cheerful when the two nuns returned to their work: the office echoing with their cheerful laughter."Oh! Sister Love!" shrieked Sister Divine after her companion had shared an observation. "You're so witty! Surely the Mother Superior would never contemplate such things.""I'm sure she wouldn't," agreed Sister Love, absentmindedly running her hand down the back of her neck and onto her breast. Sister Divine, sitting right next to her blushed as a spasm of desire ran through her. Sister Love noticed her deep redness."Oh. Sister. What is it?" she asked placing a comforting hand on Sister Divine's arm."Sister Love. Sister Love. I don't know," she c

I’ve always wanted to be like my mom. Don’t judge me, but I was almost turning 19 then, and she was the most beautiful woman I knew. My mom, Monica was 48 years old, but I wouldn’t give her a day over 30. Because of her bombshell looks, she always managed to date younger guys and even married one, not that long ago. I really, really liked my new daddy. Travis was 39, tall, dark and unbelievably handsome, and had arms to die for. His eyes were big and deep and just by looking at me, he could make me squirm.From our friends’ point of view, I was a younger version of my mom, although I had failed to see that. Long hair, perfect natural breasts, tiny waist, round ample ass and olive skin, my mom was truly a goddess of a woman. Everywhere we went, people would turn to look at her. And being an ex-model, it all seemed so natural to her: she simply seemed oblivious and unaware of how she looked, although secretly I knew she was enjoying every bit of the attention.My story started two year