(To the readers who commented on Chapter One): True - More men cheat on their spouses than women do. What am I even saying; MOST MEN! So at your spare time, YOU may compose one about men. But this story is one of the scarcely few cases where the wife is the cheater, and unfortunately, she also makes up part of the "zero-point-something" percentage of slut w...
I love massage! I love getting it, giving it and I love the sensual aspects of massage in addition to its healing powers. As I travel for business (I am in high tech software sales) I try to always have some cash to support my hobby, and when possible, I like it to be both Therapeutic and when I am lucky, erotic. But until about 15 years ago, I always though...
Growing up I had always gone to my Dad's barber in our small country town. Mr. Ben. Funny thing about growing up in the South was that using a person's last name following the Mr. or Mrs. was not common, it was normally the first name. I was not bad looking as an 18 year old. Just sort of average about 5'6" tall blond hair blue eyes and about 145lbs soaking...
This past summer, late one Friday afternoon, my last haircut appointment for the week finally arrived. She was a new client and had made the appointment at the last minute. All she wanted was a trim before leaving on her vacation the next day. She was young, about 25, tall, dark, trim and very attractive. She was wearing a white blouse and short black wrap...
It seems so easy for a girl to get a man at her desire; this has been bothering me for some time, now. Although most girls don't realize how easily they can have sex, getting laid or just a date drives a lot of men crazy, because the same does not apply to our less attractive gender. That is why, although I'd prefer to hook up with a lot of different girls,...
Not the quintessential nerd, but I was close. No time for dating. Always early. Always overachieving. Grad school got my dream internship. Day two on the job and I meet my direct supervisor, Moira McGillicutty. 6 feet tall, athletic, brunette hair cut short, minimal makeup, long arms, long legs, muscular, surprisingly big breasts, she took one look at me in...
Bobby was sitting in a local "unisex" beauty parlor, waiting to get his hair cut. He was the only person left in the shop and, since it was late, he assumed he was the hairdresser's last customer of the day. Bobby studied the hairdresser, whose name was Lisa, as she put the finishing touches on the customer she was working on when Bobby arrived at the shop....
This is Chapter 2 of Accepted, a continuing story about Sasha Milovic. If you have not read Chapter 1, please check it out before diving in! ***** "What do you think?" If I could recognize myself the night before, I couldn't now. The hairdresser had given me a trendy, pixie-style haircut. It was just long enough on the sides to go past my ears, but sho...
"King-four again," I muttered. That must have been the thirtieth time I had seen a hand like that in the past few hours. Nothing was really working for me on the opening day of the Main Event. I tried valiantly to refrain from thinking about facing my poker buddies without even making it through the first day. After all I was able to win our home tournament...
It was getting late when Natalie was about to lock up the shop. She could see a bearded man walking briskly toward the door. She groaned inwardly, not wanting to risk the man hearing her through the thin plates of glass that graced the front door of the hair salon. He grabbed the door handle just before she had the chance to lock the door. He pulled it open...