To my editor, jacuzzigal, I give my gratitude. Thank you for your help, encouragement and time. I know it's customary to acknowledge the efforts of an editor, and I do so with all sincerity. I just don't want your excellent skills to be so well known that I lose you ~ I appreciate you and your effort very much. * She barely heard the phone ring. She didn'...
"We'll go into the rubble and shoot-a the bastards." The band of the brotherhood of the Camorra emerged from their hiding places. Tough, hardened, burly Neapolitans, dressed in black with roughly tailored jackets and bowler hats, the distinctive tattoos of their brethren on their knuckles. "Really, there's no need. Leave them to fight it out amongst the...
Like all my stories, this one is true. I welcome all comments and I hope you enjoy! *** The title of the post was "Single mom needing a FWB, not too sure about the benefits." This made me think that she was most likely not a slut and that she would be somewhat of a challenge. I like challenges. I sent her a nice greeting telling her a little about my situ...
Author's note: The second half of this story was actually written first, and it was done in collaboration with a submissive male "ghost writer". It provides a male perspective on sensual female domination and prick teasing with a focus on his spike-heeled boot fetish. After working on the story with him, I thought it would be fun to add a little introductio...
"I shouldn't be here." "Then why are you?" "I don't know." He smiled at her honesty. Not that he expected her to lie. But she wasn't quite what he had expected either. Although they had chatted for months, they had never traded pictures. His visual image didn't do her justice. Her hair wasn't just brown. It was a deep sable with red highlights catching i...
May 2011 Monday, May 1, 2011 Big North called me to tell me that I was needed on Saturday the 9th to be one of their bikini bike wash girls. I was expected at his north side motorcycle dealership at 8:00 a.m. wearing "my sexiest bikini bottom, a cotton t-shirt, and heels." For some reason I asked the ages of the other girls and was told that except for o...
The clock in the living room struck 11. Jack had already made significant progress towards his mentally decided upon though stated out loud to nobody goal or making it through another Christmas eve as peaceably as possible. This he'd done admirably, even, he now thought to himself, impressively, smiling all throughout dinner, although not too much smiling, a...
James Jones was nervous. He had been working on this deal for the past six months and now finally it looked like it might complete. James knew that if it didn’t then he would have blown the biggest deal that his small company had ever brokered. To make it worse he had sunk everything into this deal, and that’s what made him nervous. He glanced at his watch;...
As Jenny drove the car felt strange, she pulled over to the curb. She moved the seat forward and adjusted the wing and rear-view mirrors; she couldn’t help but take a long look at her pretty face as she did. "That’s better," she said to herself as she sat back in the seat. Driving in her heels wasn’t as difficult as she first thought it was and now pulled ou...
Friday After graduating college, I had no real direction. Teaching was a simple option, so I worked nights as a janitor and took the necessary courses for a teaching certificate during the day. I did my supervised "practice" teaching and found I liked it and was reasonably effective for a beginner. I did a lot of substitute teaching, and I soon was offered...