The Saturday morning after Isabel's entrancing soul-to-soul talk with Martha, the she-devil was back in her neighborhood church. Deep purple silk shorts hugged her sloping latina ass. Her gray jersey pin-tucked shirt with the caftan neckline showed the full dip of her breasts. The hem of the shirt clung nicely to her hips, allowing most of her short shorts t...
Katie flipped the pages back on the calendar and found the pencil mark she put next to the date she first arrived at Eban. It seemed like ages ago even though only three months had passed. She kept starring at that date wondering what Jeff was doing. She'd heard all sorts of nasty stories about what they put the men through who were employees at Eban. She'...
Footnote: This story is brought to you because a friend of mine bet me I could not work 'Nebraska' into an erotic story-- because, in her words, "Nothing erotic has ever happened in Nebraska." Judge for yourself. The saleswoman's head immediately turned when the man entered. He was in his thirties, muscular; not the most attractive man in the world by far,...
Do not reprint without express consent of the author. Do not read if you are under 18. All rights reserved. * "I'm heading off to work!" I yelled as I walked out the front door holding my briefcase. Truth be told I'd been fired for absenteeism several weeks ago when I discovered my wife was being unfaithful. It really didn't matter because the discovery of...
Over the years lots of things had changed in my life. Marriages had begun and ended, kids grown up and left home, houses bought and sold, eyesight got worse, and my once fit body betrayed me. Here I was at 61 with only one vestige of my youth, my sex drive. And, because of medical problems, I couldn't get a hard on to save my life. I spent about two years...
Traipsing into the bar purposefully, I felt dozens of pairs of eyes on me, as every head turned to gaze. What they saw was a sight to behold. The curves of my body were hugged by a backless gold evening dress, cut low at the bust, and high at the leg. I wore sheer stockings over my shapely legs, held up by black lacy garters, and flimsy black satin string-bi...
I stared over my laptop at my mirror. While Joe, my boss, quietly read my report, I stared at my new haircut. Hmmm. I'd had the same style since I was a child. Straight to the shoulders, no bangs, probably the average haircut for a first generation Korean-American overachiever. To celebrate my 30th birthday, however, I'd chopped it. Pixie style. Still dutifu...
I saw a bumper sticker the other day that read, "I may be fat but you are ugly and I can always go on a diet." That bumper sticker made me realize that there are many not only fat but, also, ugly people out there. Sure, I see lots of fat and/or ugly people every day and everywhere I go. Fortunately, I am not fat or ugly. Thankfully, there go I before God, I...
Chapter Four: Chantel, Fitting Into Her New Lifestyle. Master Holt says, as the two of them walk out from the elevator on the 2nd floor, "This will be the floor that you will begin your life in servitude to us Chantel. Lets go find your head maid Penny and then get you to your room." Chantel grows more and more resigned to this new life as she see's a very...
I remember holding up that first tiny pair of swim trunks in disbelief. "You want me to wear this?" I said. "Outside?" "Of course silly," Kathy said. "Don't you just love it?" The bathing suit consisted of two tiny triangles of white nylon that hardly looked big enough to cover what by law had to be covered. I was used to my oversized blue boxer-style sw...