She stared outside the floor to ceiling windows which surrounded her office. She wasn't really looking at anything in particular. Just staring. Today was a very bright sunny day, expected of a typical mid summer's day in Los Angeles. Sophia sat behind her glass desk on the soft black leather chair. "Time to start the day," she said to herself with a sigh...
Damn, this paperwork is getting tedious. Maybe I should take a walk, check on that coach Junior had said he was going to hire for the new basketball season. My job as Principal was starting to bore me. Should have taken that leave of absence before the year started. I go check on how the works going on the new addition being added to the school, heading towa...
This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess. Her Story Life was busy; even more so it seemed these days, ou...
-3- Morning brought just a trace of sunshine through the gray outside, and the rain had subsided to a drizzle. Lacey emerged from the shower making no effort to hide her nakedness and sat before the mirror with her hair dryer. "We might just get done and get out of here today," she said matter-of-factly. "Maybe," I replied as I headed for the bath. "Righ...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains gr...
There was no pretense of what was about to happen as we made our way through the streets of La Romana back to our hotel. My sinful and sexy wife, April was about to spread her legs for the six horny guys (three of them black) that we met earlier that day while vacationing in the Dominican Republic. It was about 1:30 a.m. by the time we got back to the hotel...
So two weeks later, I went back to the tattoo shop to get my nipple rings from Jake. He took me in the back room again and had me take off my top (I was wearing a cute little camisole and jean shorts). He smiled when he saw my titties. He had me lie back and he took a careful look at each nipple. "Looks like these have healed just fine," he said. So he got...
It's morning. It's morning and the sun pours through the window into our tiny room. The light is split by the louver panes in the transom making polychromatic, rainbow tram lines, down the length of her languishing frame. She's unaware of it. Unaware and oblivious of this moment but yet she is part of it. The covers have come off her; she's grateful in the...
Piotr Kurtzburg didn't expect to receive cards and chocolates on Valentine's Day. He certainly didn't expect to receive cards and chocolates hand-delivered by a statuesque bombshell of a model. Her visit caused quite a stir in the office. A six-foot-tall, jaw-droppingly beautiful woman walking around in nothing more than a longcoat and sexy lingerie was no...
Vinnie gave me a heads up with a phone call. "Freddie, guess who is here?" "I have no idea, Vinnie. Who?" "C'mon, guess." "Britney Spears?" "Nope." Now, you have to understand that Vinnie sounds exactly like John Travolta when he played Vinnie Barbarino, which is what we nicked named Vinnie after watching Welcome Back Kotter reruns when we were kids....