Bob Randall walked across the damp grass wearing heavy boots and a waterproof poncho. It was early evening, and if he timed it right, the sun should be going down by the time he arrived at his post to spy on the subject of his latest job. A few days ago, a wealthy couple had come into his office, had the obligatory cup of coffee, and gotten more or less righ...
Five crisp one hundred dollar bills rest on the faded brown surface of the hotel bedside table. ** It's always the same with Billy. A little over an hour, and few, if any, words are spoken. It's sixteen steps from the elevator to the room, room 214, his favorite room because he's superstitious like that. He leaves the deadbolt open so the door doesn't shu...
This older true story is from 2003, but thought I'd post it anyway... This story is 100% true. I met my first Mistress online at a BDSM board about 2 months ago. She lives in the same city as I work. One of the best things I love about her is that when she cums, she squirts, and I mean a lot. She also has already started whoring me out to other women(one s...
I took the stairs back down to my office, and found a long cord hidden in the back of our poorly organized stock room. I stopped by my boss's office on the way back out. "Sam," I declared, walking into his office. "I owe you big time. BIG. TIME." Sam laughed as he finished packing up his things. "Yeah, I just knew you had to meet Jenny when she got in. Sh...
(Author's note. This is a puzzle. If you can't figure out who it's about it won't make a lot of sense. I'll post an explanation in feedback in a few days if nobody else does.) April 3rd, 1968 The room is quite without character. It's clean, though not clinically so. It's tidy, but it's hard to arrange one table, one ashtray and two chairs in an untidy mann...
At sixteen degrees below, January 17th had begun as the coldest Denver day so far that year. At five fifty in the morning Joshua Aton should have well been on his way to work. But standing in front of the ancient, gas furnace mounted on the wall of his second floor apartment, he sipped at his coffee, staring unenthused out of his window at the still-dark, a...
"Clean your plate or you'll be the one to get the spanking," Madison said standing over Diesel, her hand on her hip. Diesel smiled up at her as he dropped the last forkful of grits into his mouth. He sat his empty plate on the tray that held the other dishes from their breakfast and Madison took them all from the bedroom to the kitchen. Her eyes dragged wear...
Holly almost rushed out of her last class of the day, glad to be out of the constraints of school for another day. She was now in her final senior year and wished that she could escape school but she knew there was only a few more months and she could wait that long. It was a pretty humid afternoon so her rather strict school uniform was all out of place, a...
"Goodbye, Crystal. See you tomorrow." Crystal waved to her boss as she let the front door of the bank swing shut behind her. She was glad that Monday was over, and the warm heat from the sun felt good on her face as she walked to her car. She quickly crossed the parking lot to her Honda, opened the door, and buckled herself in to the smoldering car. As she...
A rather young looking woman lay motionless on her side as a man walked very softly around her almost languid form. He paused for a moment and then moved around her again in increment as if he were attached to the hand of a clock centered upon her. Beneath her was a large vintage Persian Baluch carpet, actually believed hand woven in Afghanistan from an unu...