Landing at JFK served as my first wake-up call. The airport looked the same as it had when I was a teenage girl and the crowds were as demanding. I looked for a young woman carrying a sign with my name and I saw her in no time. She offered to help me with my bags and invited me in the back of the limousine. She got behind the wheel and drove me into Manhatta...
Some days, Lily got frustrated. Lily got frustrated from her constant battle with the world, which saw her repeatedly put in her box. It was the small things, when, for example, a well-meaning friend would ask her about her love life, and whether she was on the way to getting married, or having children. The constant expectations. The thing was, she liked to...
This is a continuation of my story The Stacks My head was spinning as I locked up the library and drove home that evening. Natalie's note left no doubt that she had planned her moves so I would watch her masturbating back in the stacks. She had been completely successful: I had willingly allowed her to lure me into being her audience. And if she had intende...
(Author's note: Power Plays, Chapter 2 of 3 - you may be lost if you haven't read Chapter 1 yet. Enjoy, and thanks for reading!) I sauntered across the room, coming to a stop in front of Madison's desk, dropping the folder with a loud 'splat'. Then I stood there, crossing my arms over my chest waiting for Ms. High and Mighty to look up. After a moment, M...
Welcome readers to the latest installment of Grounded in Toronto. It is helpful though not essential to read the prior installments. Camille - works for international pharma company. Confident, attractive business woman in her 30's, single. Eleanor - well known author of lesbian themed fiction. Bisexual. Long honey blond hair usually worn up in a chignon...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is dedicated to Pam and John, two dear friends whose fantasy inspired me. This is my gift to them. * Kissing his sleeping wife tenderly on her neck, John grabbed his suitcase and quietly left the bedroom. It was 4:30AM on Friday morning. He hated these weekend business trips, but if he wanted to keep his business successful, they...
I couldn't stop thinking of Katie. Since our encounter in the bathroom last weekend, I'd gone crazy over her. We called each other daily but we weren't allowed to see one another. Finally, on Wednesday, my partner, Amy, said that the club would like to have the second part of the initiation at my house! I was surprised until I learned what the second part o...
Annabelle's cotton sheets have ducks on them. They're not made of as nice of a material as the satin I'm laying on now, but the ducks are so cute and so her. I can imagine Annabelle's face when she'd determined that I stood her up on New Year's Eve. I feel so horrible and so cold. We met three weeks ago. Annabelle kept glancing over at me in the coffee hous...
There was an excited murmur going around the break room of S.S.T. Super Food Mart that afternoon. All the talk was about the new store manager, who was being brought in by corporate to fix certain problems that had led to the previous manager's dismissal and subsequent arrest. The store had closed early to allow a full-staff meeting, and the tiny break room...
My boss, Bill Gordon, the VP of marketing, had scheduled an all-day meeting with representatives of one of our biggest clients. Being the assistant VP meant that I had to spend the entire day with a bunch of out of shape stuffed shirts with egos the size of their bank accounts. Not my favorite way to spend a Friday. I tried to look on the bright side, I wa...