I am a college girl that turned 19 last week, and my name is Jennifer, but my friends call me Jen. I moved out of my parents' home and moved into my own one bed apartment that was available for rent. My part-time job as a grocery store clerk pays enough to support the rent. I work there every week on Sunday. I still go to College, as a Sophomore. I come home...
Installment 1 - Welcome to my Domain There are those who would say that leading a double life is a stressful thing, a choice made in desperation, something done out of shame or fear. They say that in leading a double life, one cannot find fulfillment in either of their personas. I do not agree. For me, leading a double life allows me to experience the best...
"Welcome to Marbled, Dr. Bindre, are you ready to order?" "Hello, Bindi, yes I am. I'll have the family bowl of Caesar salad, the tureen of black beans and the cowboy cut rib eye—and three plates. I've got friends coming along in a few minutes." "Wow, I hope they're hungry. The cowboy rib eye alone weighs three pounds. And can I get you a carafe of the hou...
The party was definitely wild, with plenty of loud music and an equal amount of alcohol. The pool behind the frat house was stuffed with people, and even though it was nearly midnight, there was plenty of eye candy in the form of bikini-clad sorority babes from the university and a nearby college "tanning" in the moonlight. There was definitely no way to e...
Ruby, Mona and Sara arrived at the airport as instructed. Their agency had booked them with a renowned yet notorious client. The agent had briefed them with a mischievous grin, warning them that the experience with him tended to be a bit intense. The three escorts knew what they were getting themselves into - the client was known for his extravagant wishes a...
It was about 1:30 and Marcus was finally done with an important client visit. Many of the team had gone to lunch with the visiting clients while Marcus stayed behind, staring at a full morning's worth of emails to catch up on. He was surprised to hear a tap on his office door. He barely replied when in walked Ann, the newest of his 50 or so employees. She wa...
The leather cuffs are soft but implacable. They don't lock, but they don't have to either, because I can't reach the buckles no matter how much I stretch or twist my fingers. I'm hanging by my wrists in my boyfriend Robert's garage, midway between a bench press and a scattered set of free weights. With a huge effort, I could just barely touch the floor with...
As this second installment of my "Truth" Series, I should explain that these stories are parts of my past life before I met my husband. I used to be quite wild. Sex came easy and was always available due to my bodily assets.This story is as true as I can remember, and yes, it really did happen. I did change a few things such as City and client descriptions t...
Part 9, from Julie. My name is Julie M. and I'm writing this account of my sexual history in order to cope with the things I've done. My therapist says it's a way to understand what I've done and why I've let it happen. I'm way beyond dealing with my lunchtime affair at this point. Briefly, my husband Steve, whom I love with all my heart, caught me having...
The one-storey ranch home was 60s modern and easily blended into the peaceful suburban neighborhood. But as Amy approached the front door she had a pang of regret. Sure, she had been here many times to see Jackie, dinner parties, a charity and an art show, but at those she knew she'd be going home at the end of the night. Why she had agreed to house-sit was...