It started out like any other day in the office. Coffee. Traffic jam. Gossip in the elevator. An early morning conference followed by a quick trip to the bathroom in search of relief. Yes, Cat thought as she scanned the empty bathroom. Just another day in the office. After confirming the bathroom was empty, Cat hurried past the row of sinks and stalls witho...
Catherine Young was a distraction. A very welcome, very tempting distraction. Regina watched her enter the conference room and hid her smile behind her coffee cup. The petite woman would undoubtedly try to go unnoticed during the meeting, but the flash of red that clung to her hips made her stand out amongst the sea of grey and black suits. Of course, Regina...
I always go to the gym early in the morning before work. Some days I am completely alone, but this morning I noticed two women on the treadmills when I did my 30 minutes. I cut my workout short so that I could spend a few minutes in the steam room before I had to leave for work. It's very relaxing, and its helps get me in the mood to deal with my annoying cu...
It was a long workday, and for the last hour, all Kristen wanted to do when she got home was take a long, hot bath. The door hadn't latched behind her, and she was already dropping her bag, kicking off her shoes, and unbuttoning her blouse. By the time she made it to the bathroom, she was down to her bra and panties, and the only reason they were still on wa...
Sarah slowly reached below the desk, unlaced her sneakers and pulled them off her feet. Next came her socks, one by one, which she tucked into her shoes. With both feet bare, she lowered them on to the thick, plush carpet. Slowly, she brushed the bottom's of her feet back and forth. The rich, plush pile felt wonderful. Sarah gazed back at the computer on th...
"Wahida, tell me please, in your own words, why should I hire you?" said Lucinda Lopes, who emphasizes quite often that her last name ends with an S and not the Z that everyone assumed. The six-foot-tall, curvaceous, bronze-skinned and dark-haired Colombian-Canadian woman looked at the young Somali Muslim woman who sat opposite her, and frowned. This one is...
Sorry it took so long to continue the story of Janice and Diane, but life WILL intrude. * Stephanie could not believe the scene she walked in on. There was her mother Janice Crawford, stark naked and on her knees, her wrists and ankles cuffed together behind her. Her mother's asscheeks bore the marks of a recent and rather severe caning judging by the cri...
When I wrote, "Can I Touch You", I never intended or even imagined a sequel. A few of my readers have asked me to revisit that story, create a follow up scenario and dirty it up. So for those who enjoyed and were satisfied with the sublime and relatively innocent nature of that first story, stop here. Otherwise, read on. ----------------------------------...
"You don't belong here." Four words. Four words were all it took to crumble the illusion. She could see the pieces shatter around her like broken porcelain knocked carelessly from a kitchen table, lying on the ground with an air of minor irritation. Suddenly, she could see the farce of the thin women teetering on thinner heels in sparking dresses that made t...
Dawn was just breaking as Jen woke up for the umpteenth time; this time it was a gentle knocking at the door that disturbed her. A combination of jetlag and the discomfort of having her wrists cuffed behind her had led to a fretful night but, all things considered, she wasn't feeling too bad. The chauffeur jumped out of bed, stark naked, went to answer the d...