"You can undress here. He's waiting for you." It was the morning of the 26th. Catherine Ryan was on a flight back to SFO. Sarah and Sophie Scott had returned to their normal routines in Jersey City as Park Place Mailgirls One and Two. Ben O'Neill was likely getting ready for his own return to work in LA. And Erin Ryan O'Neill had been shipped, in a dog car...
Day 2: Sunday "Carrie!" Oh the pounding in my head. Please shut up! "Carrie! Get down here now!" My mom's voice, oh my head. I definitely drank too much last night. What happened? Where? I gasped aloud and sprung upright. I was still naked, as I had been left last night. I had just been dreaming about the tenderest kiss from a ... boy? No, that wasn't...
Four hours and fifteen minutes. That's how much sleep I got last night. It was going to be a long hard day and I felt like crap. My head was pounding and my arms were like lead. As I parked I tried to remember the name of the woman whose home I was walking into. My boss J.W. had called me the day before and told me she had the perfect assignment for me. I wa...
Half the drawers on the dresser hung open and empty, the bed was stripped bare of its sheets, and the mattress sat askew atop the box-spring frame. The shelves beside the desk had been rummaged through, and what remained was cluttered in small piles here and there. In this disheveled, half-furnished room, a young man slumped in his computer chair with a vaca...
"Hi, hon," Steve answers his cell. "Things don't look good for getting home tonight. They pushed back our flight another hour and the snow shows no sign of letting up." "Aww, man! And I had such plans for you tonight," Jennifer whines, genuinely disappointed. "I know," he responds, equally disappointed. She has been texting lewd messages to him throughout...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault It was intentionally written without names. It was initially intended to be a part of a larger project in the works, but didn't fit and was submitted as an independent story. This is my first submission along this line, so I would especially appreciate comments from the women, and please identify your selves as such....
Mailgirl Number Thirteen winced as she accepted another blow. The sound of the paddle connecting against the bare flesh of her behind echoed through the locker room, and carried over the murmured conversation of the other mailgirls behind her. She was standing, with her legs spread and bent at the midsection over the spanking bench, just to one side of the l...
Dr. Alyssa Brewster loved the way her new BMW convertible handled the curves on this winding road. She was not traveling very fast because these were tight turns. As she slowed a bit more for the next turn she saw a school buss rounding the curve coming the other way. It was half in her lane. She saw the bicyclist on the side of the road. She thought she c...
I hated school. I was literally at the bottom of the social ladder; nobody ever wanted anything to do with me. Being the only child to a single mother didn't help. The deadly grip of loneliness threatened to take hold of me and never let go. That was until mom fell in love. "Steve, you are going to have a new father and a brother. I'm getting married to To...
"You okay, mister?" The girl looked down as I lay in the middle of the empty parking lot. I was not okay. I had slipped on black ice, twisting my ankle and landing hard on my ass. It was embarrassing- I slipped when I turned to check out the girl's ass when she walked by. The harsh glare from the light posts high over the parking lot was as cold as the Dec...