Image is important at R.H. Bank. My name is Bob Ramsey, operations manager of R.H. Bank's fraud department. One night in particular stands in my mind as a testament to my abilities as a competent manager, protecting the bank's image in the public eye. It was late on a Friday, and the department was winding down. I sat in my office putting the finishing touch...
I slowly pulled open the door to the banquet room, hoping to see an empty seat near the back of the room, so I could slink in, unnoticed. No such luck, I realized as I quietly closed the door behind me and scanned the room. Every row of seats was full except for a few empty chairs at the front of the room, directly in front of the stage. Taking a deep breath...
I was heading back to the conference. A year after an unexpected most erotic conference. See, last year I was at a three-day teacher's professional development conference in Little Rock on teamwork and I was paired with three other female teachers. There aren't that many male teachers in my grade level. And some very exciting things happened on that three da...
"Oh good, you're here. I just dialed in," Allison said. "That coffee..." "From last night, just got here myself." "Damn, who scheduled this call so early?" Harry asked, closing the door. "Half our crew is overseas, so we're here early," she replied, shrugging her long dark hair off her shoulders. "But we aren't really involved on this project." "As soo...
Slave had been busy. Spending hours looking online for things for his Mistress. His little dick always swelling and throbbing as he went through pages of web sites, looking at heels, lingerie, hose, dresses, jewelry, etc. Mistress had tasked her slave. He was to purchase various outfits for her to wear on an upcoming trip. A work trip for his Mistress, but h...
I pull in to the parking lot of the hotel, in town again for a conference. The place is familiar, well-known to me and comforting. My life has been so prosaic – I've been in a rut that feels as deep as a canyon. I feel as if I could die from ennui. I'm resigned to attending the conference, but can't help feel a slight breeze of optimism; with this welcome br...
“Wow, thanks! You’re sure it’s ok?!” “Yes, definitely. I wouldn’t offer it I didn’t mean it.” “Alright…I’m taking you up on it. It’ll be a good time.” And that was that. I hung up, surprised yet excited. I had just been offered to share an already-paid for room for an upcoming work conference. Not only that, I was going to be sharing it with a friend an...
All the characters in this story are above 18 by age, so read and enjoy it till I get to the next stage. WEEK-LONG FULLTIME FEMALE On Tuesday; I woke up at 5:00 a.m. and took a nice hot bath to avoid getting myself cold. Then coming out tucking a towel on my chest I look for dad but, he was already out for his walk. So, I went to my room and wore my padded...
Office Antics My husband and I were at that point where many couples get to with young children i.e. too busy with too little time for ourselves. It was frustrating to be so totally focused on everything else other than time to be together, but I just accepted that this was the way it was after you started a family. What we did in our twenties seemed to b...
The following short story represents a letter sent by the author to an online friend with whom he has enjoyed a long relationship without any physical contact. He has always kept her informed of any offline recreational activities he enjoys and she has reciprocated in kind. This letter was written as a report of one such offline meeting of which she had take...