-- dedicated to a special friend -- I was nervous about the interview at Johnson Publications with Gale Johnson, its founder and President. Before the interview, which was scheduled for noon, I had my hair done and dressed in my best outfit. At first I wondered if I was a good idea to wear the blouse which shows a hint of my tits, on a job interview. But I...
(This is a reimagining of one of my older stories, hopefully for the better) * "Hey Samantha, how about you and I head around that corner over there and you get down on your knees and blow me?" Norman. The asshole. "No thanks Norm, how about you head around that corner over there and jerk yourself off." "Bitch, you don't have to play games with me, ever...
As I sat across from her on dreary wet evening, I wondered what it would be like to take her home for the night. Just to have such a beautiful woman in my arms with no strings attached would be a fantasy come true. For me, she was about as close to perfect for me. Her body was full figured, just the way I always wanted my girl's bodies to be. She was a magni...
WEDNESDAY 3:00 PM: For over a year, Mistress' trusted K-street lobbist had worked to close a lucrative government contract for her, and the deal had finally been closed. Grant had been to her home many times during the negotiations, and never had she hid her lifestyle from him. He met all eight of her Petgirls at one time or another, usually as nude waitres...
The view out the porthole was spectacular, and Jane could never quite get used to it. Earth, the blue, white and green bubble floating below in some surreal sea of black. This close you couldn't even see the stars unless you were on the night side; the brightness of the planet completely overwhelmed you. There were six of them on the station, a typical rot...
Again, like with all my stories featuring my girlfriend Angelina and I everything is fact and nothing except names are changed. The previous story (Angelina: Night Out With The Girls) took place in August 2007. You don't need to have read it to enjoy this story, but you might want to read it after if you do enjoy this. This story is a flashback to a previou...
I liked Amy from the first day I met her. She looked like a typical Jersey Girl; tiny (barely five feet tall), slender and tanned, with long, wavy brown hair and big brown eyes and immaculately polished nails. She was in fact from some small town in central New Jersey. She acted, however, nothing like the stereotype: she was fiercely feminist, soft spoken, s...
"Oh baby, I absolutely love it!" Ali exclaimed, referring to my new 'do', my new shorter hairstyle. One of the things I discovered after moving to New Orleans is that the heat and humidity does not treat my hair well. Frankly, I tired of trying to do something with it every damned day, so off to the salon I went, the one that Ali uses. If there's a faggier...
I heard the tap on the door and was standing feet together, hands clasped in front, and head bowed before the lock clicked and the door opened. I knew what the guest wanted, no need for further instructions. An hour ago my handler brought me here. Marlene never says much unless there are special instructions. My clothes for the guest's enjoyment were alrea...
Thank you for your editing help Aquachimera Coach sat down on her bed and told me to remove my uniform. I was in a hurry and had my clothes off in less than a minute. "No no no," Coach said shaking her head. She picked up my cloths and handed them to me. "Ashley, one of the biggest things we need to work on with you is speed. You cum too fast and you eat...