If you haven't read The New Dress Code, please do! It was Monday, the first day of the work week. Some people dread Mondays. My feelings about this particular Monday were ones of apprehension. What would the day bring? I was scheduled to be part of a presentation team at a local software convention. I had spent the weekend getting my slides ready. But it...
All characters are 18 or over ***** I used to work at a restaurant, well sort of a restaurant more bar, more coffee house, really a sandwich shop. I worked Sunday afternoon and a couple of late shifts 9 till 2 am. The Sunday shift was brutally slow. I would usually get my shift chores done and just sit by the window and watch the world go by. Hoping that s...
Disclaimer: Everything herein is pure invention and shameless lies, it also is a springboard into total pornalicious madness. I think perimenopause had a great influence on my choice to showcase the sociopath from "The Hitcher" as the sexual predator/great lover. It did help that Sean Bean played the title role in the remake. If John Ryder had been a shrivel...
(This story has a non consensual aspect to it so please don't read it if that will upset you. Thank you to Ruby for editing my story.) ***** Sometimes things happen for a reason, other times life is just fucked up and shit. Everyone knows I have the biggest cock in all of Trashville. Playing football with the boys isn't a great way to keep secrets like th...
I’m cutting some vegetables to sauté up for dinner along with the chicken roasting in the oven when I hear you knock on the door. I yell that its open and that I’m in the kitchen, and a few seconds later your shoes are tapping down the hall into the kitchen. I smile at you, telling you you’re just in time to set the table for me and turn my head to give you...
The new Sex Shop in Main Street had finally opened, despite opposition from civic bodies, hypocritical neighbours and professional objectors. Now into it's third week, sales had just started to perk up, much to the relief of Mr Everard, the manager. Candy, the young, tight assed, blow-job faced assistant, was doing her nails during a slack period, when the...
I knew from the moment I met her at the Ombriere Palace that Eleanor would mean purgatory for me. The hair was the first thing that caught my attention; long, red-golden waves hanging, swirling down her back. It looked touchable, pullable. I just wanted to bury my hands through it and twist and tug right there on the spot. Her eyes were catlike, dark as nigh...
A Red Kite thought about alighting in a tree close to the equestrian centre, but the commotion below ensured it soared away to more peaceful climes. In the paddock below, a strutting redheaded woman barked her commands at the young charges who circled on horseback, with the aim of learning horsemanship. Elaine Calder was a very shapely woman, assertive and n...
I poured a glass of chardonnay, Gabriel Yard played softly from somewhere in the house, the wood floor beneath my feet is cold, glancing at the clock , I still have plenty of time. I walked to the bathroom, reaching over I start to fill the old claw foot tub, lighting several white pillar candles, I placed them around the tub, adding a few drops of rosemary...
There she is, smiling as she walks toward the car, grinning ear to ear, giggling happily when she sees me. She slides in beside me, touching my hand when she's settled. "What kept you?" I ask. "Things" with a pouty look, "Just busy." "Don't forget to buckle up. You're sitting on the belt." She sits forward and reaches back, fumbling for a seat belt. Whe...