The conductor looked out at the passengers of his car, all shaking in their seats with anticipation as they approached their destination. It hadn't been a long journey--not for him, anyway. He'd traveled on week-long excursions across the continent on a few occasions, whereas today's crew was only pulling into the station after a peaceful ten-hour trudge thr...
First of all, I am not a professional writer so there may be a few mistakes in my story. I will start out by telling you I am a mid 30's married male who has a pretty good sex life but one day I got the urge to call my ex and see if she was interested in seeing me again since I would be on a business trip in her area. She said she was and could I come over...
I didn't merely enjoy screwing Missy. I reveled in it, especially since she made no attempt to escape the handcuffs. On the contrary, she seemed to delight in my dominant streak and accept her bonds as a matter of course. She also showed no interest in grabbing her pay. In fact, her main concern was more about getting me to fuck her in as many different wa...
The slow acoustic strumming of the guitar like a warm blanket all around me. I love my job, contrary to my annoyance about being called in on my night off, but who can turn down double pay? I certainly can't. The Cellar is a small, intimate bar in Downtown Nashville where aspiring singers and songwriters come to test their material. It varies from night to...
She sat quietly behind the circulation desk, gently tapping her terminal screen with a pencil. She seemed almost the stereotype, with wire-frame glasses, fair skin and red hair cut in a pageboy. Her blouse was gray, with puffed out sleeves and collar so high that you cold see almost none of her neck. Her long, plaid skirt was woolen, though it hugged her hip...
The name is Eileen Janet Calhoun and I'm a six-foot, blonde-haired and green-eyed, voluptuous young Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I am a social worker by trade and my husband Keith Calhoun is a tax lawyer. He works for one of the biggest firms in Boston. We both live in a nice house on Brockton's west side. This here is our story...
Living in a relatively small town, you don’t get to meet a lot of new people. More often than not, the same people end up in the same places, and nothing ever changes. Things were always that way for me, until recently. There was this bar in town, not a bad place, but not the kind of place to attract a lot of different people. A neighborhood watering hole k...
Salutations, dear reader. My name is Gertrude Finkelstein and I am a woman with a rather important story to share with you. I was born in the City of Woodward, Oklahoma, in 1977, to a Jewish American family of German and Polish descent. In the summer of 1995 I moved to Boston, Massachusetts, to study at Northeastern University. I earned a Master's degree in...
This story is mostly about a relationship between two women, a man, and their kids. If you're looking for lots of BDSM, find another story. * * * * * George lay there on the bed, tugging helplessly against his restraints, looking up at Hypnotic and Summer, wondering how long they would embrace and kiss. Not that he minded watching them, but their cigarett...
In the beginning my initial impression was that she seemed out of place, slightly off balance, perhaps a bit tipsy as she stumbled in her heels up to the microphone. After tugging a bit at her blouse and then adjusting the front so her black lace bra was discreetly hidden beneath the deep cut ruffled lapel she introduced herself. I was so mesmerized by her w...