She met Ray the next day at 4pm as arranged. His secretary had all the paperwork for her to sign. Her employment as a High Roller area hostess was to begin the following night. Ray sent her with his secretary to get her outfits. They were the same as Jenny's. The next day she spent the afternoon at the beauty shop. She had her hair highlighted and styled i...
The odd-numbered parts have the sex. The even-numbered parts have the love story. ~1~ Francie likes what she's seeing -- her feminized husband. All slutted-up in strappy heels and frilly socks, a cute cornflower blue skirt and white cotton blouse, kneeling in front of the living room couch, sucking off one of Francie's boyfriends. Francie (wearing nothin...
I've always loved everything about women. I love their curvy feminine features, their long painted fingernails, the high heels they wear and their silky smooth clothing. When I was young, I liked the women I dated to be flashy and slutty looking. I never had much trouble getting the sex I was after from these women either. I got married in my late twenties...
The room filled with the sound of fake acrylic fingernails hammering away at computer keyboards as the smell of stale coffee lay thick in the air. The chain gang of female data entry specialists ferociously shuffled through their last bit of Friday assignments with hopes of avoiding working not even one minute past 5:00PM. As for me, I was in no rush to star...
Katie pressed the bottom of her beer bottle to her eyes. The cold glass felt so good on her puffy eyes. Inhaling deeply, she raised the glass to her lips and took a deep pull. She spilled some beer on herself as she was jostled by her friends as they erupted in animated laughter. She smiled in spite of it, and tuned in to their lively conversation. The discu...
CHAPTER 2: Mia... Saoirse was out and about, strutting her heels. In New York, scantily-clad young women were jogging, distracted construction workers were whistling and fashionably impaired hipsters stained the local park with their presence. By a restaurant, a lone girl was waiting, sat at a table with her phone in one hand and the other hand waving to Sa...
(Welcome back everyone. This story is inspired by one of the artworks, Outfit Design 133 of the fantastic HinaYui. I have been traveling a lot this past month and it has been awesome. It is the reason why I haven't been able to publish any updates, but I am still working on my stories. I hope I will be able to publish a next part for my stories sometime so...
This story is a result of a radio advertisement for a NYC bank. I listen to the radio (NYC) at night, and relish hearing the voice of the woman describing experiences of banking with her 'personal banker' (You can find one audio example on the internet without too much trouble-I am not permitted to include the link). Remember, all events and names are fictio...
We moved down to the coast a couple of months ago and, as with all new homes it took us a while to sort everything out the way we wanted it to be. New curtains were hanging, paintings and ornaments sorted, and today was the day to give some attention to the garden. We had a local garden service maintain the garden as we inherited it from the previous owners...
"Do you want a cup of tea?" my wife asks. "Yes please." "Green?" "Of course." It's a bright and breezy Summer's day. I'm sitting at my writing desk by a window overlooking the garden, a scene quickly blurring into abstract velvety blocks of colour resembling a Rothko field painting as I turn my vision nostalgically inwards, idly reflecting upon the event...