AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the third chapter to a multi-part story, I would suggest reading Chapters 1 and 2 before this one to understand the whole story. Many thanks to those who have read, voted and commented on the first two chapters of this story. Special thanks to Mostera1, who has provided encouragement to continue and the spark for story ideas, some of w...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating our Mailgirl Chap. 01. That story should be read first for context. ***** I was looking forward to meeting 9 after work on Thursday. I couldn't wait until 8:30 to meet her at the Loading Dock. I had been anxious the night before worried about what might be happening to her on the 42nd floor. I wasn't going to bri...
The wheels of Eliza's skateboard clicked as they rolled over each gap in the sidewalk. A cool wind gently blew down the streets in stark contrast to the heat that bore down upon the entire city; it wicked the sweat from her brow and flowed through her tank top as she coasted down the hillside streets. It was a lazy Tuesday - though, so far as Eliza was conce...
Online dating is like a negative lottery for many members of their desired site. The ratio of guys to girls is generally 95:5 and for the females, it is like searching for a needle in a haystack. For genuine men (rather than the players), standing out from the crowd of 'dick pics' with limited vocabulary is an ongoing challenge. When decent guys get noticed...
It had been a year of many changes for Valerie. Two years ago she had been an uptight, ultra-conservative woman, rarely wearing dresses, preferring baggy jeans and thick, large, figure hiding shirts. Then a close friend on her death bed told Valerie to loosen up or she would probably lose everything and everyone she loved. She told Valerie she had wanted to...
Amevina awoke to find herself alone on the bedroll. When she sat up and looked around, she found him sat against a tentpole in his jeans, with a lantern overhead. He had drawn his knees up and used them as a table for his sketchbook, and scribbled madly across a page. She rose to her feet and when she stretched, Arawn looked up and smiled at her nude form in...
The cab drove away and Paula took a deep breath before walking through the doors of the restaurant. Robin, the Maitre d', was his usual obsequious self as he greeted her. 'A pleasure as always,' he said. 'And Mister Ellis?' 'Seb sends his best,' she said. 'I'm meeting Saskia this evening. Girl's night out.' 'This way, please.' He led her to her usual ta...
Six months ago I knew there was some thing wrong. There was a tension between us; it was like watching a thunder storm approach. Waiting for that first clap of thunder and the first flash of lightening to unleash the downpour. I was so unhappy with the situation that I was ready to call it quits on our marriage of eighteen years. I decided to precipitate the...
[Note - this story has elements of raceplay in it. It's not meant to offend, but if that's the kind of thing that you don't like, then this is a good point to stop reading. And probably needless to say, but this is a fantasy, so for God's sake don't start putting tasers in sensitive places.] ***** The limo worked its way through a mess of traffic downtown....
This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new versi...