This is one is about a bit of role-reversal from our previous stories; My wife and I have discovered that we're both switches, and we keep swapping the dominant and submissive roles. *** It was a warm evening in Leetown, where my wife and I were spending a quiet weekend. We had just finished a sumptuous dinner at the Quay, and were merrily ambling along th...
Most people don’t believe me when I say it, but when I posted that notice seeking a roommate, the last thing on my mind was the possibility that a guy would answer. I mean, this is the South; gentlemen don’t room with ladies, that’s just the way it is. And besides, would any guy be so desperate and stupid as to think that a girl with half a brain wouldn’t se...
Kristina turned the key in the dressing room lock. "It certainly got quiet all of a sudden in there," she thought to herself, wondering if perhaps they heard her outside the door. Kristina had been listening intently to the lewd sounds of her new hire, Kali, and a new customer named Peter, that had been coming from the room. Kristina was glad there were n...
It was the first day of Freshmen Seminar and Greg did not want to go to this stupid class. He hated the thought of sitting through this class for three hours on a late Friday afternoon. All he wanted to do was go have a beer with his buddies and play some pool. Instead he had to sit here and take this pointless class. His only hope was that there would be so...
Keesha was out for fun. Her shift had ended twenty minutes ago, and now she was in the right mood to go wild. In the light gravity of New Kopje, one of the biggest cities on colonial Mars, she carried herself effortlessly. The thin atmosphere, which got thicker every year, gave her a breathtaking view of the stars. Then she saw something else that took her...
It was now after 4:00 AM, and I had a must--do photo shoot scheduled for 9:00 AM. Staring bleary--eyed at my antique stereo camera, as I ran through all the steps once again in my mind, it dawned on me the only setting wheel I hadn't adjusted was that strange brass disk inset into the side of the camera body. Getting down on my knees to be at eye level with...
Mrs. Mower toweled off in her steam-fogged bathroom. To her dislike, rubbing the thick cloth made her lower body jiggle as she dried off. She hanged up the white towel and wiped off the moisture from the mirror with her hand. When she saw her reflection, the comments her husband and Mr. Rungard had recently made came to mind. Her husband said she would look...
If nothing else K. Linford Little is predictable. I've said it before, and will say it again, the man is set in his ways. He works 50 hours a week. He adores his daughters. Loves his wife too. Oh, I guess some might argue that, since he regularly asks for blow jobs from his girlfriend (that's me!) that he doesn't really love his wife. But I believe he real...
As I felt myself drifting off to sleep, a combination of sleepiness, depression, and a few drinks, I wondered how things had gone so wrong so quickly. I'd come up here with Hanna as the party was just starting downstairs. She'd grabbed a bottle of... something, and we'd locked the door to Kathy's parents' bedroom, giggling, passing the bottle back and forth...
My name is Sarra, and today is my 18th birthday. I guess it's all right as far as birthdays go, nothing too bad has happened to me yet, but then I just rolled out of bed. I still have to go meet my boyfriend at the gym, and then there is school to deal with before I can go out and get my party on. I take a quick look at the clock, and well what do you know,...