The crowded bar was dark and noisy; the music loud enough that my two best friends and I had to lean in closely just to carry on a conversation. Around us the table was littered with empty beer bottles; from across the table my friend Rhiannon shot me a wide grin. "Thank God you could come tonight, Lilly; Girls' Night just isn't the same without you." I ret...
Author's Note: This is part of series of short stories. They are written very quickly and are not edited. They are also VERY weird and are not for everyone. You have been warned. ***** Today's the day, I thought as I barrelled through my door. It was February 14th, Valentine's Day. My boyfriend was studying in Europe at the time, but he promised to send me...
I always go out to the same bar on Thursdays. The women are hot and long legged and they always wear pantyhose. Like usual, I dress in jeans, collared shirt and a jacket, deck shoes or dress shoes. Underneath, pantyhose. Always sheer to waist, no underwear and always nude. My jeans are long enough that no one can notice that I'm wearing nylons under my jeans...
The silk of my tank top and shorts felt cool against my skin as I climbed into bed. The seam of the shorts rubbed my slit. I shivered despite the heat in my room. It was the dead of summer and my AC had gone out. Again. Maintenance had promised to be by first thing Monday morning - it was Saturday. Great, I'd complained, two more nights of sweating my ass of...
Another day of School began at the lockers. Caleb Houser had passed off his bag of today's attire to Molly. He waited for her return with his friend Wyatt and brother Nathan. Finally, the Hindi goddess Molly Indrabooty stepped out of the restroom wearing a flowered dress held up by spaghetti strap laces. The upper hemline rode low on her bulging cleavage...
The dismissal bell echos throughout the school and release two-thousand teenagers into the wild. I drag myself out of my desk, slip into my coat and bookbag, and begin to shuffle towards the bus parking lot. The buses won't leave for another ten minutes and even if I miss mine I live literally a mile away from school so I can walk. If I have to. I step out o...
Chapter 8 Girl Talk: The Stupid Bitch Story Note to male readers: This is the way girls talk to each other. It has very little sex and while many girls will think it's funny, most guys (except gays) will be bored. If you're looking for something to jack off too, this is not it. If you want to jack off, please read one of my other stories. Charlie's Nephew...
He stands in the room quietly, looking at the chair before him while he waits. It is ornately carved wood, with light padding on the seat as well as the backrest. There are leather straps attached to the armrests & legs, obviously for restraining someone. He hears the soft footsteps of her bare feet break the silence & he lowers his eyes. She walks over & st...
Andrew is tall and rangy, with narrow calves and forearms and a slight paunch. His face is beautiful and savage—hooded eyes, high cheekbones, and a sullen mouth. I like him and respect him, though not as much, I suspect, as he likes me. I like his goofy sense of humor and his occasional, surprising flashes of insight. But none of that is important tonight....
I have always been in positions of power in my profession and I pride myself on running a productive yet respectful workplace. I run a software development firm in Western Canada and most of my programmers are men, but occasionally I find a good woman to work here as well. I have always been careful about not being sexist or allowing a workplace that demeans...