(Author's Note. Yes, I know that in real life if you stopped an elevator for as long a period of time as this story indicates you would have alarms and inquires. Its a fantasy, darn it.) The bell chimed softly as the door slid open. Two women entered the elevator. The shorter one walked to the glass wall in front of them, resting her hands on the brass rail...
Danielle is the newest addition to the accounting firm where I work. She's twenty-two years old and fresh out of college. She has the most amazing green eyes and sparkling auburn hair. She's very petite, only about 5' 2" with a slim figure. This was obviously her first "real job" and she was trying so hard to look the part of the up and coming young executiv...
All politics is local. *** Katherine sat with a stone face as they had lunch in her spacious backyard. She had just been delivered bad news regarding her bid for a newly vacant US Senate seat. "Let's face it, the demographics have changed and we live in a very liberal state," Richard said. Katherine shook her head. "Just a month ago I was leading in ev...
Helene and Lisa stood outside Miss Baker's office after a nervous school lunch. Wednesday afternoon was dedicated to sports, and it felt unnatural to be standing in the corridor while the other girls bustled towards the changing rooms. Miss Baker opened the door and looked at the two eighteen year olds in their school uniforms. "Both of you again?" She lo...
by BrettJ © 2015 Jaslyn Miller pulled her classic Thunderbird into the parking lot of the motel. She hoped that no one had seen her or the car. She had to be discreet and taking her car had been a terrible risk. She was one of only two people in the city who owned a classic 1957, red Thunderbird. It had been a wedding present from her daddy, who owned a s...
I come home and put down my keys and bag, and someone puts a knife to my throat. "Don't move," she says. "I won't," I whisper. My hands start shaking. My knees do too. "Walk forwards," she says. "Walk over to the table." "Okay," I say, and do, carefully. I'm careful because of the knife. "Take off your trousers," she says. "And lie down." I'm in work...
(A companion story to Careful what you ask for) Caroline, famished after a long day at the fine-art publishing house where she was a Commissioning Editor, finished laying out the trays of the Moroccan takeaway on the coffee table that stood in the angle between the sofa and an easy chair, just as Lorna rang the doorbell. She picked up the bottle of wine fro...
Simon was happy in his new one bedroom apartment, not far from the chaos and craziness of the LA club life. He was listening to techno.Dancing around the room by himself in his skintight slut jeans, and tank top. His toes and the arches of his bare feet feeling every nuance of the floor, like a prime Ballerina's. He felt like a slut. A horny twink. Now tw...
Lying in bed one morning I thought about my story Bridge The Gap and wondered what it would be like if the supplicant was a girl. I've altered the story to fit and decided to publish it. If lesbianism isn't your thing then please pass it by. Just a little addition. ***** It was Wednesday and Joan Hughes was closing up the library. As the chief librarian...
As always in our daily routine, we get online in the morning, we chat together we wonder what each other is wearing, we tell each other that we miss each other and love each other, but I have another plan already in store. I go into my usual routine of telling you how grateful I am to have you as my friend and dream lover and that I would love nothing bette...