Lying in bed, feeling doggone tired after working an overnight shift as the only security guard for a grocery store, I feel dead. It's eight thirty on a Monday morning and I just got off the number nine bus from Hurdman Station. It stops right across the street from my apartment in Vanier, Ontario. A ten minute bus ride which I endured, half-asleep, sitting...
I was just past 30 when I got my first supervisory position with a staff, including a secretary. My secretary wasn't hired by me, but assigned from somewhere else in the company following the massive reorganization that got me my supervisor's job. Sherry was tall and very thin, with small A cup breasts tastefully concealed behind high collar blouses. She was...
He still had the patrol car parked outside of the insurance agent's office at night on his mind. He should bring in all the officers, of the squad on duty at the times of the complaints. He had a feeling that since it was a morals issue that would never happen. He could get a general warning about girlfriends and sex on the job issued, but he wanted to targ...
"Come on Mr Spoon, slaves must do what they are told... AND remember not to speak. I don't want to hear your voice at all." She motions me across the room towards our sofa, somewhere in suburbia. I was playing a familiar role, the man with the useless dick. She said she would never touch me intimately again, I was not allowed to cum. She never wanted to s...
There was obviously a party going on inside Apartment 212. I could hear the occasional voice cry out to someone else inside, a bottle dropped to the floor but did not break, and the techno bass was shaking the door so much that I thought the minute knocker was going to start flapping up and down. I had rung the doorbell twice, knowing it was a futile gesture...
We were at, or getting close to our wits end. Trying to start a family for five years had really made it difficult to enjoy a normal sex life. We had tried everything. Diet, changing style of underwear, IVF, the lot, but we came down to one thing and that was that my sperm count was lower than a snakes goolies. So AI by donor was the next and it seemed the...
She was that girl. I went to a friend's daughter's wedding in Newport. I hardly knew how to find Rhode Island on a map, but my friend Vic Toney was connected to some people who could help my radio career. His daughter, Marie, was nice enough, but not what one would call a beauty, certainly not according to the still sexist standards of the new decade of th...
This is a continuation of the story I started in My Pretty Woman Moment. Read that before reading this. In the days after our group sex encounter with sexy store clerk Tyler, my wife Jess and I were a little dazed. We are not, after all, some wild swinging couple. We're Republicans, damn it, and while we have a definite streak of libertarianism three-ways w...
Some people would call me an illusionist, but the title I prefer is enchantress. Mostly I can make people see what I want them to see: glamours are my specialty, after all. A glamour is a simple spell, but I take mine to devilish perfection. See, once an object has been glamoured its really no different than it was before, but anyone seeing that object, feel...
Hengist had been pacing the timbered halls of his hold for hours, looking for a particular chambermaid for whom he had developed a lust in recent days, a supple, hazel-eyed youth by the name of Matilda. Wearing only his hose, his naked feet told upon the cold stone floor as he searched everywhere he thought she could be. In these moments, his desire and anti...