Pam picked up her wine glass and took a long sip. She and Yuki were sitting on the couch, across the coffee table from John. He was dressed casually, in slacks and a sport shirt. The women were wearing low-cut blouses and short skirts. Yuki had arrived for their Friday night dinner with three bottles of wine and a briefcase, which Pam had discretely stashed...
Mary looked with uncertainty at the granite statue placed between a pair of stars on either side. It was of an ancient Greek queen with a Sapphire and gold necklace built into the granite statue. Mary mused that it might be the goddess Hera or Athena from the gold wreath crown on her head. She looked around at the historical opulence of her surroundings, and...
My girlfriend Tina and I had been searching for work right after college. We both had degrees in Marketing, but she had done better in school so we assumed she would be selected for an interview before me. We were still living in our apartment near campus and living the "college life" as we watched others pack up and go home for the summer. It was bitter swe...
Dear Readers, I have had few of you say I have strayed from my original premise. Perhaps, but I had and still have no real plan. In reality, I simply sit down for a couple of hours every now and then and write another chapter. I know not where I go until I sit down and let my fingers lead me. The chapters and story just evolves. I rarely edit and never rewri...
Thanks to:Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea suggestion. Thanks to 2: Robert, Sophia, and Wayne for editing. THE TURNING CONTEST is a weeklong competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn more straight teens, college girls and women. The prize: The winner gets a weekend with the other four women's submissive 18-year-old daughters...
I'm a cook. I love my job. The heat, the pace, the pressure - all in a good day's work. If you've ever worked in a restaurant, you know how it can be. Tempers run high, but at the end of the day, all is forgotten. At my particular restaurant (and I'm sure many others), closing is left up to one or two servers and a cook. Those nights are often slow, and aff...
We arrived back in Madrid, complete with a nervous but excited Paloma, and were met by my mistress's chauffeuse, Lola, with the Mercedes. Lola's face was transformed from its habitual taciturn expression when she saw her mistress, and her flashing smile made me realise she was much prettier than I had given her credit for. Adela was waiting by the door when...
Author's Note: This is the third (and final?) story in my Friend series; it is also the longest. This story has changing points-of-view. Each section will be labeled by character: Ginger, Becks (Rebecca), and Zara. It is better to have read either (or both!) of my earlier "Friend" stories (Friends Like These and To Be a Friend) to understand some of the ref...
It had been a day that she preferred to forget. Three days in San Francisco should have translated into great food and drink, walks along the bay and shopping, always shopping. But this trip was an accident waiting to happen from the moment she stepped off the plane without the laptop. An unprofessional mistake to be sure, for on the hard drive were propriet...
They were as alike as peas in a pod, yet as different as night and day. They worked at the same bank, in the same small town. They were both divorced and each had a son to show for the effort. Neecie's son was eight, and Nora's was seven. Both struggled to make ends meet and often had to resort to legal means to collect the child support due. * Their diff...