The night had fallen for a couple hours, and yet, Los Angeles was more dynamic than ever. The city was shining a thousand lights coming from its numerous buildings, and its population was living it's life, far from suspecting something terrible was coming their way. And yet, it was. You see, there are things humans have come to think impossible, because the...
She wasn't waiting for him. She was simply enjoying her morning coffee, and the window she was staring out of just happened to overlook the parking lot where he always parked. She didn't purposely show up early, she had just been worried about traffic. She really wanted to impress her shift supervisor. It had nothing to do with him. Until he roared into vi...
(WHERE IT ALL STARTED) As I sat on the bench looking out onto the lake, I considered what I should do with recent knowledge I had attained about one of my coworkers. It was disturbing, yet somehow, alluring. I knew that if I confronted her with it, I would have her in a most precarious position. Yet, strangely enough, I kind of felt sorry for her. Let me f...
During the absence of the newlyweds, my time was split between work and endless moments of thinking at home. I had a feeling of emptiness; I was missing Abida and our Master. This, however, gave me plenty of time to consider the situation I would have to face when they return. I could not avoid thinking that I had been the initiator of all this, the one, no...
I am Stanley Bridgewater and my wife's name is Melissa Bridgewater. I was the only person she allowed to call her Mel, everybody else called her Missy. We met while attending the University of Tennessee at Knoxville and I literally ran over her coming around the corner from the mailboxes in Morrell Hall. I was a senior studying animal science and the only ti...
Bob Bledsoe was a forty-four year old visiting professor of Organizational Behavior at the University of Minnesota at the Twin Cities campus. He had obtained his doctorate several years ago and had a promising career as a professor until he was lured away by the big bucks that could be made in business. Bob was talented in that he was able to translate the t...
By the looks of Miss Brandi Belle there would be no way to guess what she did for a living. She appears like, maybe a college girl or even someone who works at the neighborhood Cold Stone store. She has shoulder length brown hair that is close to mousy in appearance. Brandi wears glasses that hide her dark eyes. As for her body, it's cute enough but not some...
Author's Note: Previously, I had written a letter to my father and sent it to him. It worked out wonderfully, and I decided to send one to my Mom as well. Hers will be for Mother's Day, as a small token of my appreciation for her being such a great mother. She inspired me in more ways than I can begin to express. This letter is a feeble attempt to let her k...
The first day she saw him, she thought fleetingly that he was rather cute. He looked young, scrawny even, with dishwater blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a quiet demeanor. He was taller than her by four inches, and his voice was a gently husky one. They worked together for a month, flirting subtly and discreetly. She knew in her belly that the way he loo...
Ralph stood before the full-length mirror dressed only in his underpants. He caressed his cheek with the lace panties he'd taken from the laundry basket. He felt deliciously naughty. The light gauzy material snagged against his overnight stubble reminding him of the difference between man and woman, male and female, masculine and feminine, the harshness of h...