"Tonight was going to be special," Shana thought miserably as she drove home from her waitressing job at PJ's Eatery in her beat-up 1985 Pinto, "but that idiot had to go and ruin it by not calling me this morning and on top of it all going to play poker with his scummy friends!!" She then slammed on the brakes, laid on the horn and lifted up her right midd...
"Hello, Wendy, how are you doing?" Samuel asked as he looked at the tall, slender, blonde-haired, forty-something friendly woman whose deceptively frail demeanor hid more strength than most people realized. Clad in her blue work shirt and dark pants, Wendy stood at a corner near the Walmart entrance, casually smoking a cigarette in the dark. "Hey, Samuel, I...
This is the third story in the "Husband's Co-Worker" series. You do not need to read the others to enjoy this one, but the other stories may provide some context. ============== I entered my driveway, I realized that shopping took a little longer than I expected. I found shopping distracting this morning. Still, as long as no additional complications ar...
I didn't go into work Valentine's Day expecting to fall in love. Hell, I didn't go in that day expecting to get laid either for that matter! If I'd known, I probably would have at least taken the time to shave. But, you know how it works, these things just have a funny way of sneaking up on you. Yeah, yeah... I'd had something of a crush on Carla for a long...
Erica Chambers high heels clicked steadily as she marched towards the lab area of Vintage Port School for Girls. Her D cups bounced even more than usual in her hurried pace. Melvin tried to keep up while continually adjusting his throbbing boner in his slacks. Even though it was normal to see men walking down the halls of the all-girls school with thick bulg...
Salutations, people. The name is Wendy Stephania Polydor, a 29-year-old Haitian American woman living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Nurse, mommy, happy divorcee and hard-working professional, I am all these things and so much more. Lately, I have been trying my hand at being a dominatrix. You may call me Mistress Steph, Boston's sole Haitian dominatr...
I had written about a former co-worker, Jen, before and how we wound up in bed together. We had a good time but we both knew it wouldn't last. She got a boyfriend and I found a girlfriend closer to my age. I also took a job at a different company. Jen and I still remained friends and often got together for drinks after work. Most of the conversation was abou...
We'd been exchanging little glances for weeks. Whenever I walked past her cube, I would peek out of the corner of my eye in an effort to catch a glimpse of the tight sweater tugging at her breasts, or the formal pinstripe pants wrapped snugly around her firm ass. During meetings, I'd catch her shooting me the most naughty little smiles. I couldn't help but t...
I've had some memorable experiences at some house parties, but none can really compare to one that happened a few years ago. The lesson is this: don't be afraid to let the night take you where it will. A casual friend at work told me that he was having a party at his house that Saturday. It was nothing fancy: just a few dozen friends getting together to hav...
She unlocked her hotel room using her phone as she walked down the hallway towards the room. "Wait up!" She turned, her hand on the door handle, to see her co-worker, Jacob, coming down the hallway towards her. Several years younger than her, he was tall, dark and handsome. He towed his suitcase down the hall with an air of confidence wearing tight-fitting...