Jennifer stood on her front porch and waved as her two children ran down the street to catch the school bus. At 33 she often was mistaken for someone in her early twenties. This was due to the rigorous schedule she followed. Her black hair was cut short and off her face, the better to see her ice blue eyes and her pert upturned nose. Her figure was an astoni...
Kristin and Jenny arrived at the Dean's front door precisely on the dot of 9:00. It was a magnificent home, even older than ABD House, with impeccably manicured gardens maintained by the university. The night had turned cold and they were both chilly despite being bundled up. Kristin rang the doorbell and they stood rubbing their hands together for a few se...
(To follow this story better, do yourself a favor and read "A Nude Business Ethic" first.) As I finish reapplying my make-up, I look at my co-workers next to me in the Ladies Room. We are lined up before the mirror with a dressing table at cunt level, all naked save for our stockings, shoes and make-up. The new dress code for the office has been accepted w...
Note: Several readers pointed out that chapter 17 was not well written and for that, I apologize. I guess my mind was on the upcoming surgery at the time and not on the story. Hopefully, this chapter will be better. * I suppose I should have been a bit concerned by the assortment of 'weapons' she had laid out on the night stand but maybe I felt a bit guil...
I was still rainy the next day so I went into town to check the mail. There was a package from the photo lab. In my vehicle, I carefully unwrapped the large picture. I gasped it was so sensual. The printer had outdone herself. The pose, lighting, setting, all were perfect. I'd used the flash to give just a little fill light to soften the shadows. Gloria's bo...
(This story continues the adventures of Sally and her friends. It's the third in my "Days of The Week" series. They all stand pretty independent of each other, so its not a requirement you read the others. Obviously I wouldn't mind it though.) "Where the hell is that girl?" muttered MaryAnn to herself, her hands busy pulling the nylon stockings tight and kn...
The phone rang Saturday about 1:00 PM. Christy was on the phone. I had spent the previous night at her apartment celebrating New Year’s Eve. Christy asked me what I was doing. I told her that I had just got out of the shower and I was on my way out the door with my boyfriend Dave to eat. She asked me if I was going to spend the day with Dave. I told her no t...
Katie turned twenty one right before Spring Break of this past year, and I was sure she was going to go to Fort Lauderdale or some equally alcohol drenched beach resort with her friends, after all, that's what I did when I was 21 and in college. But instead, my little girl called me up a few weeks before and said she was coming home to see me and she was br...
Chapter 3: Bridgette's Story God I was over the moon at the prospect of spending the night (maybe the weekend) with lovely Ashleigh. She had taken me to the height of sexual bliss, the likes of which I had never known before, and I was infatuated with her. To hell with Phil, my boyfriend, for the weekend, I wanted to be with her. We Finished showering toget...
Disclaimer: I strongly recommend you read the first two chapters of this story before you read this one. This chapter details the collapse of Jesse's relationship with Claire and her eventual solace in the arms of the man who would become her husband. It's not as 'nice' as previous chapters. You have been warned. Reflections on a painful past. -I take a...