I was so glad that Frank had given me the afternoon off. I went to the bank and cashed my bonus check, just to have some spending money. I was still feeling a tad hung-over and sexed out from the evening before, but the soft touch of Ellen's hands had rekindled the flame in my pussy. I felt like masturbating right in my car, but that had to wait; I wanted to...
It had been a year of hell. What I thought was a marriage made in heaven turned out to be purgatory. My knight in shining armour took a shine to anything that had a skirt on.... and I tended to wear slacks. After finding that his conquests included my secretary, I went from being very, very married to very, very single, and she went to being very, very fired...
I'm awakened from the most blissful slumber. The walls are shaking with a loud rhythmic thud. Someone's blasting their music. I look over at the clock on the nightstand; 7:30! "Who the hell blast that shit at this time?" Nothing I do drowns out the sound, then suddenly, silence. No matter, I'm up now. There's no way I can get back to sleep, but I don't want...
Hi guys So this is a short story, not connected to my "The Woman in Flat 213" series. I'm still writing the next instalment for that, so please bear with me. But I thought I'd write something a little bit cheerier and more pleasant. Hope you enjoy it. Cheers GT ——— Sarah lay back in bed, watching the latest episode of Designated Survivor on Netflix. It...
For those under 18 or who are turned off by stories of women in sexual situations with other women, read no further. All others, feel free to enjoy... Dedicated to my friend Toni... * * * * * It was a Friday night. Both Toni and Patsy's husbands had gone out of town on business. Given that their husbands were friends, they had socialized on occasion, but...
Chapter 1: Cramped between bed and brick, atop dirty clothes and only god knows, stood a short, young and shapely brunette woman. Her name was Jennifer, and she was in quite a bit of hurry, dashing this way and that -- taking not her time, nor sipping slowly at her steam-topped tea. No, instead she was applying her makeup with one hand, all the while trying...
Jennie, her blue eyes crinkled as she smiled out into a sea of apprehensive little faces. She knew how her ninth grade class hated 'pop quizzes. "Everyone, take a copy of the test, then pass the others back." A collective groan could be heard throughout the room "Okay," you have 20 minutes to complete the Quiz. You can start now." 'Ah,' she thought to hers...
Deep within the bronze and glass walls of one of Harlem's most prestigious condominiums, rose an elevator filled with three, but headed to one. At the center of the group was Theo, a young man of means, propelled socially upward by a series of successes in the oil business, swept off from his rural ranchland home in Dallas, Texas, to his new sky-high loft in...
The great town hall was ablaze with the firelight of lamps, and boisterous with laughter and talk of the townspeople. None were resting or idle, except for the elderly who sat in corners talking about the good old times. Grandmamma was hugging my sleeping baby brother, while my old aunt, whose arthritic hand awkwardly groped over her knitting, was humming a...
The name of the resort is Ile des Femmes, which is French for Island of Women. It is a fitting name since it is run by women, staffed exclusively by women and caters only to women. A true No Man's Land, as it were. It doesn't advertise. You cannot find it in any travel brochures. There's not even a website. It's strictly word of mouth. And I love coming here...