DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that's about it. I'm not big on build-up or character development, so if that's what you're looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't I probably won't lose any sleep over it......
Mathew Harold had reached the pinnacle of his profession having visited, inspected and anointed some of the tallest buildings in the world. Dating back to even before the Empire State Building in New York City, later to the twin towers of the World Trade Center, and Sears Tower in Chicago, he traveled through the United States working through the buildings o...
Edited by JonB1969 with thanks Not having a lot of sexual experiences never stopped Emma fantasising about wanting more. Dreaming about what could be. She had never been a run of the mill type of girl, always aiming higher and wanting more out of life. At 30 years of age she found herself wondering what she had been missing out on, going from one serious...
This is the story of how I learned that I was an exhibitionist. Before this I was just a normal girl (what's normal, though, really?) who thought that girls who show too much skin are skanks or sluts and that respectable girls wait for the right time and place. Well, now I guess I've changed my definition of the "right time and place," because I think it's p...
Her life had been one big clusterfuck up to this point. She was twenty-six years of age and in the past two years had lost eight close friends and family members. Her best friend Fiona was one of the first to die. She committed suicide by hanging herself when life had become altogether too much. But she had no idea of the heartache she left behind. After F...
A work of fiction - or perhaps fantasy... It was a rather typical Tuesday, busy morning at work but I had a lunch "date" with a colleague lined up, so, something to look forward to. This particular colleague - an enthusiastic blonde, right around my age (on the downward slope of 40), curves to droll over (when she's not watching) and a radiant smile. We'd...
It's a beautiful day outside, the sun is shinning, it's warm and there is a definite feel of spring or early summer in the air. I awaken early and when I open my eyes it is to catch sight of one of God's most intoxicating creations. A woman. Not just any woman, it would be blasphemous to believe that, this is a creation that far exceeds the average miracle...
With a short sigh, the young woman cast one last glance into the sole mirror in her one-bedroom, cramped student apartment. As the garrish mix of car horns began to build up outside her fourth floor window into the usual cacophony of the morning rush hour, Mukta knew she was running late. She ran her fingertips through her long, straight tresses, and gazed...
Over the next few days, I found myself thinking more and more about Cathy out there painting looking at all the naked guys. I tried not to let it distract me at work, but it was tough. For her part, Cathy hardly ever brought up the subject herself. It was me and my curiosity that was to blame. And, her response to my questions typically renewed my sense of e...
I pulled out of the driveway thankful it was Friday. I like my job but I sure appreciate the end of the week, Fridays are normally fairly relaxed, even better. I had a tinge of excitement lingering from this morning's conversation that reminded me that work today would be far from the norm. I was looking forward to it in a mischievous way. It was fun going t...