This is yet another tale in the Mailgirls's universe. It makes more sense if you've got some background in this milieu. I'm especially indebted to the works of Seahawk, LizStanton8181, and SliceReality which I have enjoyed tremendously. ***** Sunday Brunch Sam couldn't take his eyes off the two smoking hot women staring down at the breakfast buffet. Th...
Well Fucking Fuck! Is really all I've got to say about that. I thought we understood one another when it came down to it. Prior to marriage I'd been explicit about what would not be acceptable in my married life, not only from my perspective but what She should expect from me as her partner. We had a firm understanding on what the outcome would be if my int...
The sunlight peeking through the blinds pulls you from a long, peaceful dream, & you lazily flop onto the other side of your enormous bed. Papi pokes his head in the doorway as you untangle your long legs from your blankets, summoned by one of your more dramatic yawns. "Good morning, Princess Kitty. Did you sleep well? You're looking cute today!&quo...
We were finally alone at his place after coming back from an out-of-town gig. I stood leaning against the wall, my hands in my pockets, one foot on the wall, as I watched Kris. He was dressed in leather pants and a black T-shirt, his long layered wavy blonde hair disheveled. An ashtray sat nearby, the smoke from a cigarette permeating the air. He was hooked...
Enter a small town in a time where it was still important to memorize their neighbors' home phone numbers, street lights coming on were the signal to get home, and the sheriff knew every one on a first-name basis. It has been a turbulent couple of months on these unassuming streets. Kids that aren't so young anymore are going off to college or are soon to be...
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They had eyed each other over the last year. He always dressed in grey pinstripes. She always dressed in a high-neck blouse over a dark midi skirt. They often arrived at the elevator together, going to work on different floors of the same high-rise. But they'd never talked, and it seemed they never would. Deb was an aide in an HMO office. She had three kids...
(Authors Note: As ever, since this is fantasy, I assume a world without STDs.) * I had often fantasized about my sister-in-law when I had been married to my first wife. The ex-wife was the youngest of 3 sisters from Finland and her middle sister was a knockout, just oozing sexuality. While Sara was cute as hell and sexually willing, there was an immaturity...
"Banana" The first thing I saw when the sun's light peeked through all three windows in the east wall was my pillow with my hand pressing on it. I think I dreamed about John being there after the all-nighter of love making. My hand then went lower and felt something soft. It was velvet like in my fingers, and goes right through my fingers. When someone groa...
“I told you this wasn't going to work!” Sandra, the shapely, big brown eyed, coed playing Rae the Priestess of Saint Cuthbert, complains to her fellow Dungeons and Dragons party members with that playful gentle smile and her kind, yet sexy feminine voice that you find most distracting. “Keep your panties on princess of lawful good milk and cookieness.” David...