Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Couture *********** When I graduated college, I was lucky enough to get a job as a manager for Advertis. It was a great job, with good pay. Even the hours were good. However, there was only one little problem. Well. . . there were two problems re...
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I followed you there, to the bar down near the strip mall. I knew you'd be there. I quietly sat at a table in the dark, careful not to do anything to catch your eye or distract you from your "quest." I knew what you were after – your body betrayed your intentions with every word and every action you took to get out the door before you left home. Your sweater...
Author's Note: I tried to limit the military slang but some was inevitable to help the flow of the story. Also, this is a work of fiction! ***** "Welcome to Marine Camp Jalalabad," said Staff Sergeant McGrew. "This will be your new home for the next seven months." "Oh great," said Sergeant Bishop. "I can't wait to hang out with Marines for seven months."...
It took me a while but I'm finally making progress. Let me know what you all think. :) ------- Ben felt Elise's piercing eyes burning into his back. He was trying to ignore her, but it was so hard when he knew that she wouldn't give up until he gave in. It sucked knowing her so well, because it meant that she knew him equally as well. A sigh slipped fro...
This story is based on people, places and events, mostly from my life. Most of the things in this story, or something very similar, have happened -- or been done -- to me. It's not necessary, but I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, and criticism, good and bad; it helps me to improve my...
Note: This story is the fifty-seventh installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I str...
My husband is going to be a very lucky man Priyanka thought as modeled her nude body in front of her mirror. I'm going to have be careful not to give him a heart attack! She struck another pose, admiring her flawless tan skin, full breasts and long black hair. Her small nose fit perfectly on her face, her skin the color of milky coffee. She turned and loo...
Hand Washing The conversation in the living room wound down and I heard Jennie and the guests saying their goodbyes. Moments later, she opened the door to my room. "Well, I see you are wearing jammies, after all," she said. I just clenched my jaw and looked away from her, the universal female signal meaning "I'm not speaking to you." "OK," she said, "I...
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