It had been raining for three days straight, the unrelenting rain one normally associates with floods that drive the Mississippi over its banks, only not in New York. Computer nerds don’t pay much attention to the weather anyway, except while standing on the platform waiting for a commuter train. As Director of Information Technology, whether it was fair or...
A continuing story concerning my relationship with a sexy female decorator: She clambered eagerly from the front seat of the van and pointed a toe toward the pavement below. It was quite a reach for her and her ample chest heaved inside her overalls as she sprang from the vehicle and entered the site with a cheeky grin on her face and said in an eastern Eur...
There isn't much hope for a girl born on the wrong side of the river. Even less hope if she happens to be plain of looks and wide of hips. She either ends up at the local bar or cleaning houses on the right side of the river. That isn't the path this tale takes. She was born in the cold dawn of a November day. Her mother prayed a prayer mothers have prayed...
THE LAUNDRY HAMPER I had been spending an inordinate amount of time during my relationship with Denise sneaking into her laundry and inspecting the contents of her dirty washing basket. It was not in the least bit difficult to gain access when Denise was not in her apartment and the nature of our relationship was such that I didn't think she would even min...
This is a variation on a theme dear to the hearts of many (or at least some). If you feel like voting – vote. If you can't be bothered – I don't care. If you feel like giving me feedback – then do. If you can't be stuffed – then pour yourself another glass of wine and skip on to the next rollocking yarn. The fishnet pull-up stockings were stretched up over...
Outside, the rain pounded on his head. It was so loud that even the man's erratic breathing was failing him. Teeth bared, arms quivering, pupils dilating. . .His breaths came out in puffs, arms clenched at his sides. Nothing could tame the hard anger pent inside of him, or decapitate the cement that weighed down on him this very moment. He was shaking uncont...
Abby stared at the dress on the bed. She knew that time was ticking away, grains of sand slipping through the hour glass, but her mind was still trying to process the past few hours. Was this what they meant by cold feet? Some crazy part of her shouted...'Run.' As far and as fast as she could. But she knew she would not. Another part of her demanded that she...
June sunset on a green Montana hill, the sun inching behind the Rockies bit by bit. A man and a huge wolf sit watching it, their faces growing more lined as the light fades. His hand rests gently on the wolf's shoulder: they are not master and pet, but old friends with independent lives. At one with nature around them, they say nothing, comfortable in sharin...
Warning: This is a story about a large 21 year old dominant woman, her 18 year old BBW sister, and a meek 48 year old man. If this doesn't appeal to you, please don't read it. This is a continuation of The BBW Goddess. * It was all I could do to try and keep my mind on my work the following day, after Lori totally controlled me with her superior strength,...
Here she comes again. Walking across the lobby, every head swivels boy and girl, as she makes her way to the back of the room. She is blonde with a certain type of haughtiness that causes women to have uncomfortable thoughts, men wild visions in dreams. Dressed in a red-striped tube top, red miniskirt and 5" stiletto ruby slippers she was every man's Dorothy...