"Ding dong ding dong," went the doorbell because Patty had mashed on the little button there by the door on the outside with her thumb. "Ding dong," it went again because she once more had pushed the button with impatience. Her car had broke on the country road and Patty hiked to the nearest house to ask to use the phone with which to call the AAA toe truck...
In the never-ending quest to dispel myths, clear up misconceptions, and, perhaps, to impart some unknown facts about each of the contenders in the battle of the sexes, it is imperative that each understand the other side. For example, women are under the misconception that men sit around the local bar and rate female customers on some supposed 1-10 scale. T...
Every morning Charlotte's alarm clock goes off at 6 AM. She reaches over and shuts off the alarm, then lays there stretching a bit before venturing out into her apartment and into her bathroom to take her shower. Charlotte has a stereo in her bedroom that she turns on before she enters the bathroom. It suddenly blares some music, startling her, but it was ju...
It was a cold, blustery day in Minneapolis as Mary Richards hurried to her job in the WJM-TV newsroom. Snow flurries melted on her rosy cheeks. Each breath she exhaled turned to white mist. She longed to be at her warm, cozy desk with her little heater warming her feet. In spite of the weather, she was happy because she knew she was going to make it after al...
Author's Note: This one is a sequel to a story I wrote a few years back entitled "Kendra's Present". I hope you all enjoy this one just as much. * Kendra Christiansen had wandered the entire mall, trying to find the exact perfect present for her Kyle, her boyfriend-lover of the past 3 years. As money wasn't really an object, she'd even considered things l...
Having quickly rolled on the second white thigh-high stocking, Mrs. Carson checked herself out in the mirror, fluffing her curly brown hair, and stretching down her too-short elf skirt to make sure she was somewhat modest-looking. She already felt sexy just putting on that kind of hosiery—the tight lace that bordered her upper thigh and the cool flesh, the l...
(This was the hardest chapter to write and special thanks goes to Victoria Penndragon, AvailableSlave4u and Brightdawn for helping me.) Melissa took her time driving home. In her mind, she started to piece together the pieces of the puzzle that George had placed before her. She began to remember the first encounter with Roger, the delivery driver. Roger, a...
Chapter 1 My name is Lisa. I work as a secretary in a large downtown insurance company (if I tell you the name, I will have to kill you). My friends and co-workers tell me I'm hot. I look in the mirror, and I can sort of see what they mean, but I'm not particularly confident of my ability to attract the opposite sex. So I often find myself alone on a Friday...
I had retired to a country acreage following a career of nearly forty years in the financial industry. Even though my career had brought me enough wealth to live comfortably for several lifetimes, it also came with a price. There was the failed marriage and the strained relationship with my children, as the absent father, while I pursued my career goals. I t...
I was sitting at my desk, doing my usual bookkeeping crap, when I noticed my neighbor had a visitor. I'm not usually one to pry, but I thought it strange that a man I hadn't met, was visiting my friend Mark's house, when he wasn't there. I had met Mark when I first bought this house, he was a bachelor, like myself, at the time. We hit it off pretty well, an...