I'd just left gentlemen's club I was working at and was headed home. Walking even the short four blocks in clear acrylic heels is never fun but I was happy to be on my way home. I'd had pretty mild clients that night, and they'd certainly been generous with the money so I was pretty happy. Still, my feet were killing me and all I wanted was to return to my "...
My wife Amy was approaching her 30th birthday and I wanted her to really enjoy it. I made arrangements for several of her girlfriends to come over for a small party. She really enjoyed it but she was really happy when a stretch limo pulled up in front of our house. The limo was there to pick them up and take them wherever they wanted to go. I had talked wit...
He watched her walk out of the bedroom wearing her new sexy red dress. The visual scene had an immediate physical reaction, his cock sprang to life, he could feel himself becoming larger, and he loved the feeling the way it slid inside his underwear when it grew. She was stunning, so sexual and the outfit screamed confidence and sex. The drive to the club...
"So," said Mandy, leaning forward into the mirror to check her mascara was on evenly, "this is what I've got." She studied the list in her hand briefly. "Average height, brunette, long hair, long legs, small tits," she peered over at Richard quizzically and frowned. "Small tits?" He shrugged as he put on his shoe. "I just felt like a change," and glanced at...
This is what happens when my mind has idle moments. As always, this story is fiction and any resemblance to people alive or dead is unintentional. Hope you enjoy. ***** They didn't know each other, had never met before tonight. He was visiting the city on business and she; well, she hadn't given him her story yet. And oddly that was okay, more than okay...
Emma McDowell was a fiery redheaded twenty one year old. She worked as a waitress at a local diner. Her life was pretty simple. She worked during the day and at night she was usually at a bar or dance club. Emma was an aspiring musician. She loved music. It was her life. She played guitar, bass, drums, and sang as well. At the moment she was in a band, the o...
My cell phone rings and I pick up. "Hey David," the voice says. "Where are you?" It's Lisa, a fellow biology grad student who's incredibly intelligent but also very chaotic sometimes. "I'm at the library café," I answer. "Do you want to...?" her voice pauses for a second. "I want to go shooting." she says. "Right now," I say. "Please." * * * Lisa is...
I suppose this should have some background so that this story makes any sense, I’m 6’2” brown hair, brown eyes, with broad muscular shoulders. I’m in pretty good shape, not as good shape as I would like, but I’m constantly working on it. I’m kind of the shy person when comes to girls, I can be confident, its just that once I get to a certain point, I’m not q...
SURPRISE DRESS UP PARTNER The following stories are true with the exception of relocating where most of it happened. This story took place in the late 1990's, nearly twenty years ago. Many people in these stories have also died long ago. Everything has changed, including us, so the stories can now be told. Still I decided to alter where most of it happene...
Ellen appeared precisely an hour before closing, six nights every week. Baggy sweats over a plain white T shirt and shorts. Near as I could tell, she owned only three pairs of those—navy blue, red and green—and wore them in perfect rotation. Last night was red. She came through door at 9 on Friday night. Green. No surprise there. No greeting, either. As usu...