Her stiletto boots vibrated with the pulse of the industrial beat. She felt in the middle of something exciting. Around her, people clad in latex, leather, chains, and drag carried on comfortably and casually, as if they were at a friends’ house. Lights swirled. She walked on, exploring the various areas of the club. She and her friend laughed as they pointe...
Between work and school it had been just another week that seemed endless. This weekend would be different though. I had a full four days off for the Fourth of July. Most 23 year old women would have their bags packed and headed off to some sunny strip of beach somewhere along the Gulf Coast. I, on the other hand, am not most women, my husband had planned on...
I bite my lip as I wait for the clock to hit 10 pm. I was ready to get off work and await for my ride. I had already changed out of my uniform. Of course all the guys were sneaking a peak. I was tall, thin, piercing blue eyes, and long brown hair. It was always a fantasy of theirs to have been with a sexy cop. Who wouldn't want to. I agreed I was hot, but in...
My mind was set alight with sexual possibilities when I was invited to spend a weekend at Charlottes house. Her parents were away and it was the first time anyone had been invited to her home. She had never been seen with a boy all through College and the rumours that she was gay were rife. Now we had left College and she was still without a boyfriend and I...
Dio sighed as she walked along the college corridor. She was wearing a black t-shirt with the Rolling Stones logo on it, and an obscenely short red and black tartan skirt with black high heeled boots. Her hair, the same shade of bright red as her skirt, hung in curls around her 32C breasts. The thick black fake eyelashes on her deep brown eyes topped off the...
"Who wears boots with a lace mini dress Yvonne?" "I do." I smile back at my friend as we enter the Cathouse. At that comment the bouncer pulls us to the side, demanding I take my boots off and shake them out, he's looking for a stash of drugs. Lifting my knee I stretch outwards and untie my laces, the bouncers eyes letch at my thighs as my little dress rid...
One of the great things about living single in Manhattan is the over-active social scene. There are bars, clubs, parties here to cater to any desire imaginable, cuisine from all over the world, and the world's best entertainment options. Of course, this scene draws visitors like moths to a flame. Case in Point: Amy and Michelle. My company's budgeting proces...
I was in love with her the moment I first laid eyes on her. All it took was her turning to look at me and I was hooked. Even across the crowded dining room, it was as if her honey brown eyes were looking for my fiery brown ones. She sat across from a tall blonde with long legs that wore a skirt that no skank should ever venture out of the house in no matter...
Note from the Authoress: For any one who has read the Julie Journals they will know I always mention that my stories are a mixture of fact and fantasy. The content of this story is pure fantasy but the characters are fact. For that reason I have not included this as part of the Julie Journals. It is dedicated to a lovely intelligent woman and her partner who...
I was a married 43 year old woman with children. I had worked in an office for many years and enjoyed dressing nicely for the office including short skirts with boots in the cooler months which was enjoyed by my husband and the guys in the office... It was Christmas 2 years ago and my husband bought me a selection of presents including 2 ladies satin shirts...