Continued from Chapter One As he walked me to my door, Mr. Shumway said he had enjoyed the evening and that he had decided that we would meet again at noon the next day, Sunday. I was told to be at the Hotel Marque at exactly noon. There would be a key waiting for me at the front desk and that I could plan on returning home no later than 5 pm. With that ins...
Megs, employed in the clothing department of a large supermarket store, was keen to impress with the job she had just got after several weeks searching, and she saw that the dust beneath the shelves was bad, so there she was, down on her hands and knees, duster in hand and showing a very keen rump to the delight of young Ned, a shelf filler. She felt a star...
Note- Totally fictional tale I dreamed up and not based on actual real events. Kaley Cuoco arrived home with just about the biggest grin on her face. Despite being two thousand bucks out of pocket she dumped her shopping on the kitchen counter and hopped about like a kid and clapped her hands with glee. Her long silky blonde hair was in a ponytail which bo...
***ALL CHARACTERS OVER AGE 18*** I led my hands up his jeans - tight, with a sliver of skin starting to show at his waistband. He waited patiently, not nearly as pathetic as some of the boys I'd known, grabbed my hand and led it closer towards him. "Is this what you want?" I asked, fingertips gripped around his waistband, against the soft give of his smoo...
CAST OF CHARACTERS: BETH-52 years old. White. Widowed with two daughters and three grandchildren. Sole owner of home she lived in after the death of her husband. Was seeking help with the outdoor lawn and would finally find that help with a 20 year old black college kid named Steve. STEVE-20 years old. Black. Young college student who needed a summer job o...
To be quite adamant I'd had it up to here with George, my ex who did my head in. He'd lost all feeling for me, romantic or otherwise and the 'otherwise' was like doing it by numbers, absolutely no fun at all. I was thinking; "why am I doing this if it is doing nothing for me anymore?" The only one who was getting his fill was George with a quick in and out j...
**Author's note: My Master ordered me to write a FemDom story, and I've never written anything like that before. If it's not up to par, I would appreciate any feedback to make it better in case I write more like this in the future!** She had made plans with him earlier that week, soon after she started talking to him, and she knew exactly what he needed...
"Hi sexy," he grinned impishly out at her, blinking his eyes to adjust them to the bright sun, as he opened the front door to greet her. "Is Dora...?" She began and then did a double take: "What do you look like, Marcus?" "Don't you love the ice blue?" Lindsey looked the young man up and down and, smiled, despite the initial shock. He was wearing a pale...
Ordinarily, I did not need any particular instructions when I arrived at Mistress' house. I entered her front door, stripped to my panties or nude (if I had been on panty restrictions), and knelt to await her. Usually she showed up almost straight away, though once she had had me wait there for fifteen minutes while she finished what she was doing. That was...
Jenny was this co-owner, along with her husband Jerry, of the Bize newsagents and grocer store on the corner of Strutton street. It was an up and coming business and just six months after opening the couple took on a part time assistant called Angela. And now, a year on, Angela seemed part of the furniture. At the rear of the shop was the store and the ast...