Chapter 01: The Wax "That's it, no more databases or numbers for two days!" I finally managed to take some time away from work or I was going to go nuts. After my client had reaped the benefits of the last rise in the market, thanks to me, he'd given me a handsome commission and my boss reluctantly agreed to let me off the hook for a couple of days. First...
Sophie sat nervously in the chair at the salon, waiting to be called. She absentmindedly flipped through an issue of Cosmopolitan, unable to focus on 50 New Tricks to Try in Bed or How to Decode His Facial Expressions. She had decided to get a brazilian wax as a surprise for her new boyfriend, Sean. Secretly, she hoped it would encourage him to go down on he...
Although I haven't actually been hibernating this past winter I sure haven't been showing a lot of skin. Now that spring is officially here, I had to take care of all the fur I let grow. I looked up a shop nearby and called for an appointment for a wax job. I loved the sound of her voice on the phone, she sounded so cheerful, with an Asian singsong accent, I...
Ah, summer weather. Time for beach blankets, bikinis, and boobs. Well, and that painful ritual of waxing. Getting a Brazilian, as we euphemistically say. Our local spa/salon is run by a family of Thai ancestry and the entire Asian-like ambiance is very relaxing. Each muscle in my body starts to release as soon as I enter the door. There is an entrance foyer...
"Back so soon for a full leg and bikini?" Tanya asked as I peeled off my shorts. "It grows faster in summer," I said, settling on the narrow table in my tank top and thong. I lay back and watched as she turned away to dial up the heat on the wax pot. Her tight black skirt rode up the back of her toned and hairless brown thighs. No panty line, and no thong...
This is a very short piece dedicated to ShadowSucks, Erin, who just a couple of weeks ago lost her battle with cancer. Erin contacted me a few months ago and asked me to try and write a story in this genre. We became fast friends and in a little under a year, she grew to mean very much to me. So I am posting this story in her memory. If you enjoy it, she i...
Authors Note: This series of short stories are intended to be episodic and thus can be read alone. Any feedback, criticisms or improvements are always welcome. The author also invites reader suggestions about what they would like to see Xanthe do next. It had been a long month at work for Xanthe and she was looking forward to a couple days of rest and relax...
It was dark. Impossibly dark. Dark, that was, except for a single dim lamp that hung from the tall ceiling, swaying lazily in the light breeze that blew through the basement, creaking eerily as it did so. The large, spacious room was empty, devoid of all furniture except a large wooden bench set off to one side. The only sign that it wasn't completely abando...
I come home, and am surprised. you aren't awaiting Me!! "Where are you, girl?" I cry out. No answer. "Girl!!" I call and call, even using your name, but there is no response. Then I look to the floor, and i see a little arrow, pointing to the kitchen. I follow the arrow. On the table is a note, and a hot dinner. I read the note. "Mistress," it begins in yo...
The door opened before the third knock. She must have been standing there waiting. The thought warms me as I look into her pale cream face. Her skin is smooth and spotless except for the tiny freckle under her left eye. Liquid aquamarine eyes hold my gaze as my fingers brush softly up her defined cheek bone. I drag my fingers through her silky smooth onyx ha...