Tag Archives: Angela R. Sargenti
Those Little Tricks of Life Part One — Angela R. Sargenti
My roommate in this dump, Sally? She still has some pretty nice tits. Mostly what we do is cop a feel now and then, ’cause neither one of us has the energy for sex like we used to, but we manage to squeeze in a little here and there, especially when all the other old [...]
Warped — Angela R. Sargenti
Alex’s big mistake was telling me he never tried bondage before. “Well,” I told him. “We’ll just have to rectify that, won’t we?” So a few days later, I kicked open my bedroom door while he sat on the edge of the bed waiting for me. “This is a bust,” I told him. I had [...]
Knife Play — Angela Sargenti
An old abandoned house. Cut away clothes. Scratch the skin. Lovely blushes and moans from my blindfolded bottom as I trade sharp for blunt. Nothing hurts. Everything haunts. I turn the serrated one broadside and scrape it along a naked thigh, the inside of an arm. Shivers. Goosebumps. An uttered moan and a guttering candle. [...]
Close — Angela Sargenti
I sighed, feeling sentimental. “Remember that time you spanked me in the back seat of my uncle’s car?” He caught his breath and grinned. “You’re just so fucking naughty all the time. Besides, I owed you one for sending me that picture at work and getting me all hot and bothered.” That made me smile. [...]
Alpha Dog — Angela Sargenti
Why’d it take me so long to get loose with Lauren, when I’ve known her since Jesus was a baby? Well, put it this way. When I was fifteen, she was only eleven, and by the time she was fifteen, I was nineteen and onto bigger game. Not to say I never thought of it. [...]
What Hit Me? — Angela Sargenti
Okay. It’s not like I’m a whore, you know. I never do this, but the guy totally got hit by a car. What else could I do? “Oh, my God,” I said, rushing out in the street to help him. “Oh, my God!” He wasn’t hurt, but I was freaking out heavily on account of [...]
Those Little Tricks of Life Part Two — Angela R. Sargenti