The only thing I hated about my job as a consultant was the travelling. I liked consulting because it gave me the opportunity to work in different work-environments and different problems to solve and it also gave me the opportunity to work with different kinds of people. Nothing was permanent and I loved the fact that my brain was constantly being exercised...
When she got the call from the agency, Alexa had jumped for joy. She could not believe she had landed this role. It was a dream come true. Now all she had to do was find the studio. She felt incredibly lost in the maze of buildings. Just as Alexa was about to give up, she found it. She entered Stage 16 and was met by the director, Bill Westman. "Let me giv...
The subway was, as usual for 5:30 on a weekday, packed. Everyone had to be at home, now, and it didn’t matter if there wasn’t any room in this car or not. And everyone felt they were entitled to more space than was really available. That was the attitude he could see in the woman that was squeezing into the car now. She was wearing a black business suit,...
Katelyn sat on the couch in her therapists office. Anders, her therapist, sat in a chair nearby. They were partway through one of many of their sessions when Katelyn had finally gained the courage to come out with a very embarrassing secret. "Beg pardon?" Anders asked, not sure he heard her correctly. "Please don't make me say it again."...
Washing dishes is my favorite, it's the time when I can really prove myself to her, a time when my panties come off and I work under her intense gaze. I'll still be in my short skirt with the apron that I wore while cooking dinner, but when she has finished eating and then has let me eat mine she will tell me when it is time for dishes. That's when I remove...
Luke stirred, rubbing his head as he wobbled to his feet, barely holding his fragile balance. Looking to the ground he saw Tracey, curled into a small ball and seemingly sleeping. "Trace, you should get up." Luke said, leaning down in his leather to pick her up, she jerked awake and backed up quickly, eyes mad with horror. "Tracey? Hun, what's the matter?"...
By Charlie the Wanking Wanker, read by Kingswoman. Copyright © 2013 Charlie the Wanking Wanker and Kingswoman Nota Bene: Charlie has been a supportive fan of my voice from when I posted my first story. He asked (politely) if I could include some more vocabulary on breasts and recently he asked if I might write a story about a sex therapist with big tits....
(Chapter 12) "Smoke and Shadows" (circa-1976) "Fucking Stephanie Monroe...Fucking mad woman...Fucking violent husbands," he muttered to himself, yawning into a clenched fist, keeping his eyes on the rear-view mirror, making a mental note to cross 'The Bridge Hotel' off his list of social venues. The sudden impact of the car mounting the pavement and crash...
Simone ordered first. "I'll try the lasagna." And ran her left hand through her beautiful hair. Her long and brown and beautiful hair. "With salad. With French. And a little more coffee." She folded her menu. She gave it to the waiter. The waiter pivoted. "And what would you like sir." Brian answered that he would like to have what the woman ordered. "Sim...
It was the late afternoon on an October Sunday. Bill was naked- lying on his rumpled bed. It would be his turn to shower away the remnants of his 'afternoon delight' in a few minutes. They hadn't had full sex yet; he was making his virgin girlfriend, Sally, wait another week. Bill smiled as he lay in bed and thought about her. He could hear the water running...