(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...
The sweet perfume of incense mixed with the pungent skunk smell of pot combined with the woodsy forest air was quite relaxing, Nikki inhaled the mixture, feeling the release of tension in her muscles. She had rejected the joint when Elena tried to pass it to her, but she quite liked it when Elena smoked beside her. There was something about the smell that ma...
"Come here my fucktoy." I blushed deeply at the words that greeted me as I tentatively entered the room of people. My legs buckled in fear and nerves. Naked legs that went up to a naked body. I would cover my nakedness with my hands but it was never allowed. I was to be proud of my body and display it at all times. I was to keep it available to the man tha...
It was my second year as professor at Western University. I had a Ph. D in Fine Arts and was instructing first year oil painting. The curriculum was mainly still life and landscape but did include some figure painting. For the figure painting I employed a willing student who would pose for a stipend from my limited budget. Usually it was a female student b...