I have always been very shy. I can hardly open up to others. As a teenager, even though a few boys tried to approach me, I turned them down. So they called me a prude or sometimes considered me a snob. I've always been a bit afraid of intimacy. Now that I am a woman, in my mid-twenties, I know I should find more courage. I know I should dare more. But I am afraid. I am afraid of the judgement of others, of what they may think of me. At the Uni I found my group of friends and everything went well. Then a couple of them fell in love with me, they argued and things went a bit wrong. But it's always like that: love divides people. My friends used to tell me that it's sex that repairs, but I don't have faith in that. I try to avoid any compromising situations. So I don't have problems that might arise from such complications. The only problem is that now that I am a woman, I should try to be less closed. I realise that my body needs attention. I notice that men look at me at work. But I

That afternoon, before going home, James walks up to my table. When I perceive him coming, it’s too late. Damn, I'm wearing glasses. He'll think I'm a mouse. He walks up to my computer to see my work and stands behind me. "Congrats on today.” He says in a deep, warm voice. "Thank you, thank you very much. I hope I did a good job. I wanted to make the team proud.” I replied shyly. "I really appreciate it, when such a long-time employee can still find ways to surprise us. It's a good thing. It's a sign that you're proactive. I like people like you. And I hope you still enjoy working here with us…” he said, putting his hands in his pocket. I always found that very sexy, his confidence and personality. "Oh! Yes, yes, very much.” I say in a voice so high-pitched that it's perhaps a little embarrassing. James puts his hand on my desk behind me and says softly, “Great. Then maybe we can talk about it tomorrow in my office? What do you say? So, we can clear up a few things. Loyalty to the

I'm starting to feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter and my head was all muffled by his seductive glances. "I'll turn around,” I say offering him a generous view of my backside. "Beautiful,” James says, lighting a cigarette. "Now turn around,” he says as I obediently follow. And as my back is to him, he says, “Something tells me you may have had an oversight today as well. Lift up your skirt, let me see…” he says I think that thinking too much about what's going on might just confuse me. So, I lift up my kilt. James finds himself staring at my pink, bare bottom in front of him. I feel him get up and walk towards me. I don't have the courage to move. I hear his footsteps, big, manly ones right behind me. Then I feel a hand, warm, on my ass. I gasp. He caresses me and says in my ear, “Today too? Knowing you were coming to talk to me? You didn't wear them?” I whimper, I'm excited, aroused, and wanting, and I don't know what to do. "No, no, no…” I try to explain myself say with

My husband and I recently moved into a new neighbourhood. We were living in my hometown, close to my mom, my family, and my friends, and I was happy. But John, my husband, had to move for his financial work and, being a good wife, I followed him. So we moved to Port New and now we are actually fine with the transition. It's a nice place. I like the city. We got a villa, a big one, with a pool. The only problem is that I spend a lot of time alone. I am a good wife, I use that time to keep the house, and garden, take care of the pool, cook delicacies, etc. Well... I like this life. The only small issue is that I am alone, but John says I don't have to feel lonely. Good wives wait for their husbands at home quietly. And I believe him. I would just like to have a few friends, someone to chat with. I would settle for it. I've never had a very adventurous life. John is the only man I've ever been with. And I don't think there can be a better man. He's kind of short, dark, and always dress

“Ah... but this is different, huh? That was lace, this is silk. A whole different story.” I joke He laughs saying, “Oh, yeah? I didn't get it at all then.” “Men are always like that.” I comment. We smile at each other. He drinks his coffee and then says goodbye. “Ah... I didn't introduce myself. I'm Paul.” he shakes his head at missing out a proper introduction. “Hello. I'm Eliza.” I raise my hand towards him for a handshake. “Like Eliza Doolittle... That’s nice. I'd like to be your Pygmalion.” He comments, leaving me speechless. We shake hands and when we touch, a strange sensation arises inside me. Something I can't explain. I accompany him to the door and there I stay, my head slightly in the clouds. Then I realise that time is flying too far off to prepare dinner. The roast takes at least two hours to cook and John will be home in an hour. Yikes. When I'm late I just make a mess, but I hope I'm not making some trouble. I start to prepare, preheat the oven, cut the vegetable