I had to go back to work! There was no way I could sit in this house by myself any longer. All of the tears are gone now, I know it is time. I called management at the HMO where I work as a General Practitioner and talked to Sally, the Chief Resident. She was tickled pink, they were always short of staff. It had been nearly 4 months, the last few months I...
Tonight was to be my big night, or Monica's rather. Monica was my alter ego, the girl I dressed up when I wanted to feel sexy and just a little bit naughty. She had never gone out on the town before though and I was very much looking forward to this evening. In fact, even if I were staying in I'd probably still be looking forward to it. You see, Monica had o...
Author's note: This is a story based on All Cheerleaders Die. Both the actresses and characters are over 18. * Maddy's revenge plan had worked perfectly. Almost. She had stolen Terry's girlfriend and embarrassed him enough into doing something stupid. That part was a lot easier than she thought, Terry losing his temper after only a little gentle prodding...
I'd been working in Puebla for about six or seven months having been transferred by my company from Michigan. Working in the pharmaceutical industry isn't exactly the most exciting job one can have, but I'd been excited by the prospect of living and working in another country and experiencing another culture. The move was tough at the beginning. I struggled...
I am an American on vacation in Europe for the first time. I have been here for two weeks and been in nothing, but meetings and conferences sustaining myself on stale muffins, runny eggs and day old coffee with boring co-workers for what seemed like eternity. It was my last night here and then I would be returning to my kindergarten teacher wife, dog and two...
NOTE: This story, while based on real people, is a work of fiction. Said real people have had their names changed to protect them (AND ME!) And sugars, I do hope you enjoy this....(if you ever read it. I get the feeling it's not in the right category for you.) I quickly changed the subject. I didn't want to get into that right now, I would start to cry, and...
The television flickered light across the dark room; Lori slid her hands gently down her leg. She looked over at Mike laying on the couch, his head pressed tightly into the corner. “Mike, I think I'm going to go,” she sat up slowly, her hands rubbing her face. “Ah huh,” Mike called out into the couch before turning his head and wiping his mouth. “I didn't...
When I met her I was balanced upon the edge of death, one foot plunged into the grave, the hatred for this world too much to bear. I asked out of sarcasm to find a wounded treasure like no other, something so hopelessly distraught as to distract from my own misery. I was caught totally by surprise when she strolled into my life, begging for my strength. I...
I don't believe in the idea of stealing husbands. How can you steal something that isn't owned? I simply provide affection and sensual attention to those ignored and chaste husbands who work on their houses each weekend, checking off the tasks on a list their wives have created. Those husbands who hope that after the chores are completed, their wives be sati...
In all of her 45 years, Mrs Womple had known many lovers. They had all varied in size and shape. They had all differed in enthusiasm, speed and vigour of their love making. However, there is one point which rather confused Mrs Womple, they all used fabric softener (it was the only similarity she could link to all of her many lovers). With most of her love...