Please read The Cleaning Lady Part I before reading this story. Minh and Ping showed up at Nicholas' door on schedule two weeks later. Nicholas let them in and they walked in and sat on the couch together. Today they were dressed very nicely. They both wore white button-down blouses. Minh's had blue rhinestones sewn into a graphics pattern that trailed d...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Kyle knew this assignment from Pur'n'Kleen would be different since Daisy answered the door that first day. And not just because she was a surprisingly high-paying client. Stepping through the threshold, it was obvious the three-story brownstone hosted much more indecent so...
Note: All characters in this story are above the age of 18. I am spent, and tired. Him lying next to me with an arm draped over my chest in a protective hold. I feel safe and relaxed with him, my mind at ease. His sweat and mine making our skin stick together like glue. He turns to me and smiles. "I think we should get you cleaned up" He says as he takes a...
The first time was the best. Elena has become very skilled since then, and God knows I last longer, but the first time was special because it was first; never since have I been so pleasantly surprised, so instantly aroused, and never since then has the sense of release been so profound and draining. It is my fondest sexual memory, a scene I have replayed man...
It was spring of 1992 and I was just like every other 18 year old high school boy: a virgin and horny. I discovered masturbation about 3 years earlier and I did it at least once each day. I loved the feeling of having my cock in my hand, gently stroking it, squeezing it at different pressures, going from top to bottom, and changing the speed at which I strok...
Another stupid memo. But I suppose that's redundant: all memos here are stupid. Idiot managers showering their "wisdom" down upon the lower creatures. I'm Brenda, an editor for - well - for one of those faceless, large corporations. My job is to try to improve the prose issuing forth, which, of course, is a frustrating job. No, not a "fustrating job" as s...
Elsa and I shared a homeroom in our senior year (coincidentally, Ms O'Morin was our homeroom teacher). She was short and a bit chubby, but I found that attractive — her height only served to emphasise her huge breasts, thick thighs, and ample bottom. The school uniform did the rest. When Elsa wore the navy blue "winter" slacks, they clung tightly to her bod...
"They have five couples signed up for the Hawaii holiday, I really wish we could afford to go with them," said Niomi. Jack, her husband replied, "The others got in to this complex long before we did and they have much smaller mortgages." "I'm thinking of an exclusive fundraiser, just the other couples." Niomi and Jack, in their mid thirties, had been toge...
There are certain things which, no matter how much she loves a man, a woman simply cannot share with him. My name is Ayaan Ismail and I’m a young Somali-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. The other day, I had a scary episode at the university campus where I work. This creepy old white dude named Fergus, who was in charge of the clea...
I still remember the first day I saw Cheryl. The only reason why I noticed her at all that day was because her car was in "our" parking space. There was an old, grey Nissan in front of our house. My wife, Theresa, had driven our car to her office, and our neighbor commutes and leaves his car behind. We live in a gated townhouse community in the DC Metro A...