All my stories are either actual events or fantasies of friends of mine. I'll leave you to work out which is which ... If you enjoy this story, please say so, and perhaps read some of the others? ------------- They say that University is the best time in your life to experiment and push the boundaries. I left Uni earlier this year and can safely say that...
Helena Smith-Barrington is a sixty-year-old woman originally from the City of Birmingham, Alabama, who moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, during the real estate craze affecting the Capital of Canada. Far from her southern comfort zone, Helena had to adapt to a brand new environment. Fed up with the direction the economy in Alabama was going in, Helena dec...
Lucia had posed for other artists and found the act tiresome and boring. They seemed to make her tense and on edge and the time passed very slowly. She had been referred as a possible model to Robert by Maria, a mutual friend. He was looking for a woman like her with dark hair and eyes and very feminine features. When they met there was some discussion about...
(Editor's note: This one isn't as long as my last story, the main character is getting a first name, and I'm going to incorporate a few requests from readers in the last story) *** Jason, Dan we're back. I barely was able to open my eyes when I heard Jen say, "Dan"? I finally woke up enough to realize what happen, Jason's arm was draped around my waist an...
New Secretary – The Continuing Journey If you have been reading the previous stories about my new very personal assistant Marie, you'll know that she has turned out to be a great addition to the company and a great influence on me. At this point, six months into her new position, she has helped me steal a great salesman,, reorganized my office for more effi...
"You know, if Australia doesn't drop the Queen as its Head of State, that is my only concern about possibly moving in with Tanveet in Melbourne. Only in the sense that I don't know how that would impact things, just because she has reserve powers. What if she uses them to help the New Order regime somehow? In principle, however, I would love to move to Austr...
Disclaimer: The following is a consensual story featuring a real female celebrity and a fictional male. Any similarity to reality is coincidental. - Late one Thursday evening, a plane boarded in Seattle with a destination of New York City. It was not a full flight but still had a healthy amount of people on it, at least in coach. First-class was barren, on...
Deanna Troi lent forward, her stomach muscle's tensing up under her lycra top. Troi enjoyed using the Enterprise gym, especially when it was just Beverly and her, they had shared a lot and they could really express themselves when working out, grunting out loud when the exercise got to much. Troi and Beverly had been friends for many years now, both sharing...
The name is Lucinda Watson. A six-foot-two, lean and muscular Anglo-Saxon woman with long blonde hair, alabaster skin and pale gray eyes. I was born and raised in the city of Johannesburgh in the beautiful Republic of South Africa. For many years I was a police officer, until the country irrevocably changed in the mid-1990s and I promptly left. I moved to th...
In what turned out to be exquisite irony, I was working for one of the largest dairy processing facilities in the lush southern half of New Zealand. Raw milk came in on tankers and was processed into milk powder, cheese and pure anhydrous milk fat. I worked closely with the lab staff who were responsible for sampling the dried milk powder and running an ass...