In the bar, elbows flat on the wood, the dentist held himself up with another drink. He sipped the shot of Sambuca, and wondered about the three girls sitting next to him. Not the arrogant one closest to him, but the plump one in the middle. He watched her face in the reflection of the beer tap, almost hoping that she would look into the brass plate and see...
It's one of the great clichés, isn't it: you go to the office Christmas party and, all of a sudden, you get off with that bird you've lusted after for six months without ever actually having spoken to her before. If it's such a great cliché, why had it never happened to me in ten years of office parties? Last year, for the first time, I did have a woman flir...
Lauren's Lesson Ch. 12; the Honeymoon, part 5 Let the Games Begin! "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce you to our emcees of the 'Little Miss Dangles' contest this afternoon!" A clothed Kitty Cutler's voice boomed across the resort. "Please welcome Jack... and... Laur-ennn!" A chorus of whistles, shouts and applause erupted, as Lauren and...
"Oh Sir, why are you doing this to me?" Lauren begged. I gazed at the little blonde bitch, with her pale skin and dangly boobs, and for the first time since this all began, I actually felt sorry for her. "Because you deserve it." I replied. "You've treated everyone in this company like shit since you've been here, and it's time you find out what it's like...
'Good morning, Alice! Oh! I did not know you had company! I will speak to you later, Love.' 'Don't go, Terry! This is Molly, my daughter! I was telling her all about you. What a lovely man you are! Say hello to Terry, Molly.' 'I must say you have brought back a grin to my Mum's face, Terry. I am very pleased to meet you. I'm a lonely widow-woman too. I was...
My wife of eight years went to Europe for a month with her parents, taking the twins with her. I suggested to Alma she go without them and I'd hire a day nurse but she declined, saying she'd miss them too much, Anyway they were staying in rented houses for a week in Ireland and England, barging for a week in France and then finishing with a week in a house i...
Her arthritic aged hands reach feebly toward the pink box. “Thank you hun, you’re such a sweetheart," Grandma Wendy says. “Welcome Gammie," Lisa replies. My wife stands there focused as a hawk with camera in hand. She waits for the perfect Kodak moment to pop up. I am not here right now. My mother, love her to death, is a fungal infection that won’t resolv...
I had just spent my first night at my new house in the Hollywood hills. The price tag was hefty, but the previous month I had signed a modeling contract with Versace which would keep my bank account loaded for years to come. While male modeling was not the career I had envisioned for myself as a child, when I grew up I was given a special gift in the form of...
Marcia McNab, housekeeper, verger and general factotum to the vicar of Chigwell was seriously pissed off. The vicar, David Rutter had brought the Lady Mayoress, Daphne Hightower bloody hyphen Jennings home the night before and had proceeded to fuck her senseless. Marcia had heard the moans and screams from her downstairs bedroom and had been forced to frot h...
This story has been inspired by two of Britain's greatest glamour models, but is entirely fictional. Security guard Dave Rivers yawned. It was proving to be a remarkably long day and he would be pleased when he could finish up and go home. It had been one of the slowest days he could remember and he was keeping his eyes open only with some difficulty. That...