Chapter 32 Gavin met her at the door with his lips, she dropped her bag and kissed him back with a smile. Her hands wrapping around him, then begrudgingly she pulled them back. This whole not touching him thing was killing her. She wanted to touch him all the time. But now with her sister back home in Pennsylvania, she was back in her BDSM world and that m...
**This is a continuation of the adventures of the main character from the "Quid Pro Quo" three part series.** ***** I'd been irreparably changed by the whole affair and would be a "Chubby Chaser" for the rest of my days. ...six months later I was training a new employee named Ankine Kazarian, a blonde from Armenia. She's got at least two hundred pounds o...
This story will be submitted daily for seven days, two chapters per day. Editing by ErikThread and DaveT with my thanks for their helpful suggestions and skillful editing. Chapter 1 Discovery There is something to be said for living in a tropical paradise. First, there's the sunshine. Second, the year-around warmth. Third, the scantily dressed women. Yes...
It was Friday afternoon in mid July; I had left work early to try to get to the bank to meet with my loan officer. Something I always looked forward too, just looking at her always made my day seem a little better than it was before I walked in. She was in her late 30's, had short black hair, green eyes and a body that just made a person want to ravage her r...
Soon, it was Friday night, and Cat was excited for the following day. She had really gotten to like Audrey and Alex; they were her first friends at her new job and still somewhat new town. Cat became tired soon after eating another slice of the same delicious cake she had last week and curled up in bed. Cat's sleep felt like it went on forever, much to her...
I received a letter in the post to come and collect the items that had been left to me in the will of the late William McPherson, from a firm of Solicitors in our town. The items had to be collected personally as laid down in the will, and proof of identity would be required before the items were handed over. Now William McPherson was known to me as Bill wh...
As Salam Alaikum, people. The name is Mariam Mourad, and I'm a young Arab-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Orleans, Ontario. I'm five-foot-eight, slim, with light bronze skin, brown eyes and long black hair. My parents, Ali and Amina Mourad moved to provincial Ontario from our ancestral hometown in Nabatieh, Republic of Lebanon, during the tenth s...
An Unfortunate Afternoon I was berating myself over my decision to come to the bank today. This bank in particular. It was a financial institution I had never been in before, but I thought I'd pick up a money order on the way home from work for a purchase I was to make. Now, I found myself embroiled in the middle of a terrorist stand-off at a bank in the mi...
The days can be long when working at a bank as a teller So much monotony to the work -- cashing one check after another, writing out money orders and cashier's checks, making sure all the mothers with antsy kids have lollipops packaged with their change -- and when you have to look at the clock every few minutes, it just makes the days go all the longer. So...
It was a dark and stormy night ... oh no, wait ... wrong story. It was actually a rather pleasant spring evening, which is very rare for Houston. But then weather has nothing to do with this story, I'm just setting the scene. Cheryl and I had been married for about nine months. We lived in the typical garden style apartment complex that was common for young...