My wife and I had bought a house in a very small town when we were around twenty years old. It was a older two bedroom home right on the corner of a quiet street. One of my wife's friends lived acrossed the street with her husband and two girls. In the summer time we would go over there and swim with them and cook out. Then came the day they told us that the...
I was cruising the slums, looking for pussy-for-hire, when I had to slam on my brakes. I almost got rear-ended by a guy in a Suburban that was obviously looking for the same sort of thing I was. I waved him around, and he sped off with a mouthed insult about my driving. I couldn't help it. I saw someone I knew. Carla Dawes. From high school. She had been...
I spend a lot of time at my buddy Neil's house. I have to admit I like looking at his mom, Jean. What can I say, at nineteen I hadn't had a lot of experience with females. Neil's mom had to be in her early forties. She was a curvy woman with long dark hair. Her best feature was her tits. Boy, did she like to show them off. There were more than a few times I...
TRANSCRIPT OF PENELOPE WALDEN'S ADDRESS TO THE MIT WOMEN IN SCIENCE STUDY GROUP, MARCH 22, 2009: Greetings, ladies! I can't tell you how gratified I am to be here with you today. And not because I simply like hearing myself talk, either. [laughter] No, I'm gratified to be in the presence of so many young women who, like me, share an interest in the sciences...
After they disposed of the demon, Buffy and Spike headed back to the hotel to call Giles and let him know what happened. While Buffy was on the phone, Spike had decided to take first dibs on the shower. When Buffy was finishing up in the bathroom, Spike got the room sun proofed with the extra blankets from the hotel closet. "Slayer, are you done in there?"...
Ch. 1: The Meeting Other women often ask what he was like. They want to know whether he was the bloodthirsty monster portrayed in the storybooks. I tell them that he wouldn't harm a fly – unless, of course, it was a Philistine fly. The man I knew was gentle: he never cursed or lied, never stole or cheated. Nor did he ever hurt me – except when I wanted him...
My story begins after my Husband and I moved to a new city to further his career. I quit my job as a secretary and decided that after 25 yrs working in the same job I would do something different. We had been aware of our move for a little over 12 months so I studied counselling and hypnotherapy as well as Remedial Massage and became a personal stress manag...
Back in the early '90s I worked for a major corporation owned by a French holding company. Although we were expected to pinch pennies (Post-It Notes were not an approved expense!) we were REQUIRED to stay at the $250 per night Sofitel O'Hare when on business in Chicago. That was a total waste of money, as all we did was sleep and shower in the hotel room, an...
Prologue: This is the retelling of a retold story and I am telling it from the best of my memory so there is sure to be many errors and omissions. How much is true and how much fantasy I cannot say and so gentle reader I'll let you decide on its validity. This tale harks back to an age where men worked, the women were at home, and royalty stayed in their ca...
Having been taken by Collum, a leatherworker at the Ren Faire, I was now expected to be available at all times to serve his whims. I gloried in his possession of me, for it meant that I no longer had to pretend that I wasn't always wet and ready to be taken. This mysterious dark-haired giant had let loose the secret desires I'd always had to be possessed and...