Reader: If you're looking for a stroke story, this would probably disappoint you. It's not about fucking, but the story does contain sexual elements. Because it involves public nudity, I've entered it in the Nude Day contest. If you finish the story (all two pages!) and want to vote or comment, that would be appreciated. Thank you for stopping by. I met her...
"Well, I'll be taking off now Jack," called out Hal, the sales manager, as he headed toward the back door. "Make sure that you don't lock in our auditor when you leave!" "Oh, is she still here?" I asked, jumping up and stepping over to the door. "I thought she would be finished and gone by now." "So did the rest of us, but I guess she had to stay on to fin...
"But, Wally. I've got to find a place by this weekend," I pleaded into my cell phone. "I know, Kid. But I've got this closing this afternoon and I just can't make it." I had agreed to take a promotion to a new job in Chicago and was excited at the prospect of moving into a new city and taking on greater responsibilities after many years of learning the rop...
Answering the ad was my idea. I lost my job and I really did not have the heart to tell my husband. He has a good job but we really can not survive on just his income. I didn't want us to go on welfare and tip my hand that I had lost my job. Don't get me wrong, Chet is a great guy. I don't fear his wrath, He really is a giant pussy cat. I do miss him right n...
It was a cold, damp, evening when Jessie came home from work. Rain had been falling most of the day, and she couldn't wait to get inside the house where she knew it was warm. It was Friday night, and work had been awful all week. This seemed like the appropriate weather for a long gloomy week. All she could think about was her date with her best friend Allie...
This is a re write of an older story of mine. Enjoy! ***** I leaned against a wood paneled wall of the up scale bar, waiting for the band to start playing. At 41, I felt out of place here but a good friend of mine played drums for the group featured tonight and I had agreed to see them on their opening night. I was standing on a raised foot rail, about 6"...
Sequel to my earlier story 'Two-Hour Layover.' Jess peeked over the newspaper in her hands for the umpteenth time, wondering just how much longer she should wait in the lobby before giving up and admitting that he wasn't going to make it this time. But he had assured her that he would be at the hotel, even after several schedule changes on both their parts...
Pauline and Ruth Eleanor had left after they watched Liz and Jackie absorb their punishment on upturned bare bottoms turning red. "No telling where this little game will wind up after we've been at it a while," said Ruth Eleanor. There could be some real interesting interactions." "I have to admit that watching Jackie and Liz getting theirs got to me," sai...
This is another story I've been sitting on... I do tend to write a few beginnings, then life takes over. Again this different from the last couple of stories. While not extreme—it does touch on BDSM themes. Just an advanced warning if it isn't your cup of tea. -- She leafed through the applications on the desk, the white sheets stark against the mahogany....
There was always a catch to their plans. Always a reason; always conflicting plans that sprout up; always some damned thing to keep them from having one night out alone... ... Jake had bought the tickets a month ago, taking a vacation day to be sure that he got Julia the best seats possible. Rascal Flatts was going to be playing at Wahconah Park. Apparently...