Not given a choice by my boss I had to attend the "Postwar Ephemeral Conference" in Florida. Not that I had any time since I was in the middle of organizing a recently acquired collection of books, magazines and photos for the museum. My title, Special Collections Librarian, pretty must describes my work. Upon arrival at my destination airport I watched as...
They say pride comes before a fall. I can tell you it's true. I had always hated my husband's conferences. I had always hated having to play the 'Little Woman' whose sole role in life was to support her big, strong husband in his glittering career. It wasn't that William, my husband didn't have a glittering career; he most certainly did and if things went...
The conference room was everything you would imagine a high corporations conference room to be. Though what made this room unique was the long black-glassed table that stretched the length of the room guarded by leather chairs along its sides. The room walls were curved opening wider in the middle and tapering just enough to give it an oval like shape. At on...
"I...uh...I have to get back to you." Dan Watkins hung up the phone, tried to avoid looking up by staring down at his notepad and then, despite his efforts to control his emotions, broke into a sweat. When he lifted his eyes, the sweat became more profuse because, sitting across from him was Laura Woodhouse, her skirt barely covering her thighs, her blonde h...
She stood shifting her weight from foot to foot. Octavia knew that it was a mistake coming to the conference alone, but somehow she had convinced herself that this conference would be different from the last one. Octavia had spent a good portion of the last conference in her room, alone, and it looked like this one was shaping up to be the same way. It wasn'...
They left me alone the rest of that day and also that night. I drove to work the next day (Wednesday) with the chastity device in place, happy that my wife hadn't noticed it yet. Of course, the way our sex life had been going lately, she may not notice it for a while! When I walked in, my secretary was already at her desk. "Good morning, got milk?" she said...
Night Flight This story is a work of fiction based in fact. It is written for entertainment and the sexual enjoyment of the readers. All characters are 18 or over. Thank you, Mags, for your excellent proofing skills. You're the best! This story is dedicated to the young couple on Southwest Flight 1924. *** It had been an incredibly long week, and sudden...
Another business conference! Why do they always think I should go on more business conferences? Speakers. Discussion groups. Plenary sessions. Vision meetings. Arrive Tuesday evening. Wednesday work. Thursday after lunch come home. About the only good thing I could see on this conference was some free time on the Wednesday afternoon - normally they fill that...
Week 2. Brian had sporadically attended the office over the first few weeks of the quarantine. He wasn't required to be there, he could oversee the work from home, but every few days he would attend to ensure operations were running smoothly. It was on one of these days that Brian realised some supervision was required in the office below him. The building w...
Listening in to the conference call, although boring, was at least better than a one day trip to Pittsburgh to attend in person. Susan and I were spared that ordeal. I arrived in our conference room first and logged us in. Susan arrived a few minutes later to the sound of music on our call as it hadn't started yet. "Sorry to be late," she said, "Aren't you...