"Shit!" I think she saw me taking the picture. My secretary was leaving early for the day and as she left down the stairs in the back of the building, I was trying to get a good picture of her for my collection. She looked really sexy today and I just had to jack off with a picture of her. It was my custom to try and take a picture of her secretly just for...
He glanced at the clock-almost quitting time, he thought. Then his eyes shifted to the open door of his office and the girl across the hall. His secretary. She was getting into the file cabinet, gathering the files he needed for his project. She was a young girl, about 20 or 21. Well, young compared to his 35 years. he had studied her many times before, she...
"Jill, is Jay at the morning staff meeting?" I called his secretary from home. "Yes, Monday morning staff meeting as usual Jill. Should I have him call you back?" "No, no, no, I'm going to come down. I need to see Jay about something important, but don't tell him I'm coming." "No problem Victoria. I never know what's going on with you but I'm happy to ob...
Being your own boss is great, no-one tells you what to do, everyone is deferential towards you and you basically get whatever you want, even to the point of hiring and firing people. On this occasion as I looked across the room at the beautiful, well stacked body of Georgina, I was remembering with particular pleasure the day I had decided to hire her as a s...
Clayton put his feet up on the old wooden desk he'd inherited when taking over the Detective Agency from his dad, Peter. It was old and weather beaten, with cigarette burns in certain spots. Clayton wouldn't have sold it for a million bucks, it meant everything to him. Six months after retiring from the agency, Clayton's old man had passed away from cancer....
2. Amelia's tale. I am known to family and friends as Amelia, Millie to my brother and sisters, but I was born The Honourable Augusta, Caroline, Amelia, Courteney Fox, eldest daughter of Edward Fox, third Baron Holland, and the Lady Caroline Courteney. Our home is Seagrave House, in Leicestershire, not the biggest or grandest of our family homes (that woul...
At 1:30 in the morning a weary-eyed writer sat at the keyboard of his computer contemplating of the crap he'd written over past months – well, not altogether crap as some of it was meritoriously written, even if he'd say that himself. But then he was a professional journalist quite capable of exercising critical judgment. The journalist was comfortable know...
Lauren and Paul had met in a cyber chat room. In spite of the basic desire that motivated their individual explorations, both ached for a partner with some above-average literacy; and partners of that sort were rare in this medium. On the first evening, they chatted for more than two hours, almost entirely about non-sexual matters. Paul was surprised to fin...
Doctor's appointments... could there be anything less humanizing? Every time she walked in Julie was certain the people inside had seen it all, everything under that thing veneer she called skin. The gross wobbly bits too... "You know, this magazine says that the best way to use your womanly wiles on a man is to massage his feet twice a week." Knowing how...
There was a really odd, unofficial tradition at our high school that on the last day of classes, when the final bell rang, students would empty the contents of their lockers onto the floor of the hallways, somewhat of a "school's out for summer" act as summer vacation finally began. It was a tradition I had never understood, and still do not understand, and...