My husband thought it would be a fun time so I went. We were in Las Vegas for a week of gambling, drinking and general mayhem. We had left the kids at home with my parents and set out on a trip to try and spice up our lives. We had both been working far too much and our sex life had gone from a robust 3-5 times per week to a lackluster 1-2 times per month wi...
I walk in to a strip club, I just happen to stumble across. It was the eve of my 30th birthday and I was alone by my own choice. There would be a huge bash for me upon my return but tonight I was alone. I sat down at a table. The waitress looked at my ID and asked if I was really going to be 30 in just a few hours. She brought me a drink and told me not to l...
NOTE: This is for everyone who sent me positive feedback on my first story BBW and a Diamond in the Rough. If it hadn't been for all of you, I would never have sent the second part of this out to be viewed, thanks so much everyone. * I'm sitting at the edge of the stage sipping my drink and feeling a bit nervous. Apparently, my favorite dancer wants to see...
I never thought of myself primarily as a "lesbian", but since I'm definitely into women, I was necessarily part of the gay/lesbian/bisexual/transgendered community. I don't have a problem with that, nor am I particularly proud of it. It just became part of my life, but I don't define myself through my sexual orientation, life's too varied for that. However...
(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...
The music started, the curtains parted, and Wanda Catron wobbled onstage in her four-inch platform heels. The spotlights flared in her eyes, almost blinding her. She reached to her left and found the brass pole. She held on a second, remembering to move her hips to the music. She twirled around the pole, and the trench coat she was wearing flared open, revea...
Author's Note Risk Versus Reward is a prequel to Girl Friday and focuses on the story of Karin, the 'H.R. Lady' who provided Charlotte's rather unique interview experience when she was hired. You do not need to read Girl Friday to understand what's going on in Risk Versus Reward. But if you enjoy this story, Girl Friday should most definitely be on your rea...
Sara stepped out of the cab into the cool spring air. The ride had cost her thirty dollars, a hefty chunk of the two hundred she had started out with. She had planned on an expensive evening but she had hoped she wouldn't have had to spend it on transportation. Across the street from where the cab had dropped her off stood a large building. The sun had not q...
Kelly ordered me to stand and present. "Follow Sam's instructions as she prepares you for your flogging." "My Flogging? That's what they did on sailing ships to punish sailors. What the hell is she going to do to me?" I thought. I am sure that Kelly saw the fear on my face but did not say anything. She simply turned away and walked off the stage without loo...
The first thing she could consciously remember were two forms, each twining around the other. They alternately rose and crashed against each other. Hands appeared and disappeared into folds of flesh. Cascading hair covered unknown faces, and then swept along a breast and then a navel, a back then a buttock. As the two figures arched and writhed, rose and fel...