I lay there on the beach soaking up the sun. The day just couldn’t get any better. I was thousands of miles from work, rush hour traffic, anyone I knew and I didn’t have a damned thing planned. As I watched the waves roll in and back out again I began to think about the nightlife here. I can’t very well sit on the beach the entire time. I mean I loved it, but I needed to get my blood pumping. Some excitement! I swung by the front desk of the resort I was staying at and asked what they did to pass their time. I didn’t want to go to a tourist spot, I wanted a real place, where they didn’t jack up the prices and have a bunch of rich “to-dos” rubbing in that they are rolling in money. I hate that. It took me three years to save up for this trip. So I wanted to be around people like me, real people. They told me about a club on the other side of the island, a little hole in the wall. I thanked them and headed up to my room.

Julia Foxx slammed down the receiver and muttered under her breath, “Idiots, the world is full of idiots!!!” She rifled through the multitude of papers that were spread all over her large desk, and finally in exasperation punched the intercom button and ordered, “Marge, get in here, I need some help!” Marge Owens set aside the letter she was typing and went directly into Julia Foxx’s office. “What’s up boss?” she asked brightly. “You remember the Cambridge file?” Julia asked without looking up. “I know it’s here somewhere, but for the life of me I just can’t find the damn thing!” Marge slipped back out the door and retrieved the needed document from her own desk and returned while asking, “Is this what you’re looking for?” “Thank god,” Julia said while slumping back into her chair, “I was certain that I had left it at home.” Marge walked over around the back of desk and began rubbing Julia’s shoulders while whispering softly, “I think you need a break, your so tense!” Julia closed her eyes for a moment and sighed, “I don’t know how that fool Roberts ever became and attorney, if I ever have the urge to get involved with him again just shoot me!” “Let’s not think about him,” Marge said soothingly, “in fact, isn’t about time you went potty?”

I had been studying for what seemed forever. My finals were a week away and I felt like the semester had just started. This was my last round of finals. I completed my Thesis and all that stood in the way of me graduating were those damned finals.

It was dark and we’d been driving for about four hours when she said she wanted to stretch her legs. We still had about another three hours to go and I didn’t need to be in until tomorrow so we weren’t in any hurry. I told her the next rest stop we came to I’d stop. About three more miles down the highway I pulled into a dimly lit rest stop and parked next to the small building that housed the bathrooms. She got out and walked around a bit before she headed into the women’s bathroom. I quickly picked up the trash we had accumulated throughout the trip and headed for the restrooms as well.

My name is Kathy and I’m a new pledge at Lambda Lambda Lambda sorority. It’s a very old, influential sorority, over a hundred years old. All of the Lambda’s marry very prominent men and are prized for their culture, beauty and sophistication. Joining this sorority means that I can completely change my life. My single mother raised me with my grandmother and through hard work and a stroke of luck I got a four-year scholarship to an Ivy League university. This has been the headiest experience of my life. I love this university with its old Victorian Gothic architecture.

She sat across from me in our little cabin staring out the window, watching the countryside fly by. How could she look so peaceful and not be worried about anything? I absolutely hated to take the train. It didn’t help that there had been a crash last week. We were going to be on the train for at least eight hours. It was everything I could do just to sit still and the constant rocking was making me sick.

Hi, I'm Jaime, and I've got a bit of a thing when it comes to lingerie. I love all sorts, from skimpy G-strings to lacy basques, and on evenings when I'm staying in alone l often strip down to my underwear. I especially like panties, which can be pulled tight into my pussy, creating a delicious, tingling friction, which soon has my love juice flowing. So naturally when Jake, an old flame of mine, mentioned to me that a college pal of his had started designing lingerie I wanted to hear more. Steve went one better, and set up a meeting with the designer at her place in the countryside. I turned up at Chloe's house wearing a demure little dress, but underneath it I had some of my favourite white panties, and as always happens when I wear them, I was feeling pretty horny. To tell you the truth, I even stopped in a quiet country lane during the drive there so I could play with my pussy.

My name is Susan. I’m a senior at a major university. I’ve been seeing my boyfriend Jerry for several years and we have been having sex for almost as long. Recently Jerry has been talking about marrying me after college. I’m not so certain. I’m not sure that I’m in love with him. I hear about sensing rockets going off but I don’t feel it. I’ve never felt it. Jerry thinks he’s a great lover and he makes all the motions and most certainly tries hard. I never want to make him feel bad so I always make him think it’s wonderful.