I looked at all of the options, only "loving wives" seemed to fit for this segment. Lord knows I am one, even though my husband of 20 odd years is gone now. I guess I am writing about my life, at first it was about what went before. Now it is almost like a diary. I don't even know why I write, I am not very good at it, not like Ted (my late husband) was. He...
Terri was jittery with anticipation as she ran over her plans for the evening. Had she made the reservations? Did she have the flight number and arrival time correct? Her husband, Paul, would be arriving home tonight from a week long business trip and she wanted everything to be perfect. She had the strange feeling that her marriage hung in the balance. He...
Allow me introduce this story. It was written by one of my readers who asked me to write his fantasy. While I was asking him for more information, he sent me this, a story he had written, and thought not good enough to post… I say it is! So let him know what you think, and vote! Written by dreamydog Edited by babyBliss. * * * * * I close my eyes, and I...
She smiled to herself as she logged off the computer and shut off the desk light. Everyone else had gone home and the office was quiet as she gathered her belongings and searched for her keys. Maggie decided to forgo the sneakers she usually changed into for the long walk to the car, feeling sexy in the black stilettos she was wearing. She wasn't in a hurry...
I have a dream job. Or perhaps more of a fantasy job. Unfortunately those fantasies are mostly in the minds of my friends. I run my own private massage therapy practice from home, no other staff, just me and the clients. So my friends luridly imagine this means I spend my days oiling the pliant thighs of nubile young ladies who are then so overcome with lust...
We had been chatting on-line for a few weeks. Totally innocent at first, but gradually, we got more and more flirty until late last week... stphnEEE: Would you ever meet someone from the Internet in person? :P rodsterl: I don't know. Maybe. The right person. Why? stphnEEE: Nothing. nvm. :( rodsterl: What? stphnEEE: I was just thinking is all. no big dea...
Friday, May 15, 1992, 8.50am. Rachel Lindsay: Arrive at Anderson Fashions and report to reception, Another temporary secretarial job. It's not expected to last. Friday - what a day to start! To the loo to check I look OK. I'm dressed for business. Dark blue suit and shoes. Half heels. White blouse. How much cleavage? My breasts are always a problem. Nobody...
Written for fun, not profit. If you don't like the subject or context go to a book store. They'll be glad to see you. *********** The little gun buy could have worked out better. Big Arnie had made me the deal on an "under table" or "off the record" handgun at a gun show in Ogden, Utah. I had bought it as protection for my sister-in-law at my brother's req...
Finnish cabinet ministers do it, Russian hockey players do it, Koreans do it on a first date. Social bathing—known as "naked communion". By tradition, not sampling the local bathing culture would be like not trying the local cuisine. Oh god, how I loved good food and the exciting sensations it left in my mouth. Japanese only signs began appearing on bathho...
I flipped through the mail as I walked up the driveway and into the house. Most of it was bills, what else is new, and a magazine. As I tossed the mail on the countertop I saw an envelope fall from the pile onto the floor. I picked it up. The envelope was a deep crimson color and had a black ribbon tying it shut, and there was no return address on it. I ripp...