Britt arrived home next morning on time and was delighted that Marty recognized her instantly... and Rita said of course he could because Britt was his mother. She looked at Britt and shook her head saying, "I'd forgotten what too much drink and sex and insufficient sleep can do to a person. You look as if you've aged five years. Put Marty down early and wi...
Please click on my user name to see the other stories in my "The Office" series. * It was a typical day in the office and I was answering emails to my many clients while trying to ignore my little-better-than-apes subordinates. The woman across from me, Pam, started making a racket while shifting through her desk drawers. Her disgusting husband, Jim, and...
Note from the author: This story is very personal in a number of ways. I always wanted to write a foot fetish story and it took me years to figure out how. The story is loosely based on actual events. Erik, the narrator, thinks and acts like me, but is decidedly more courageous. His friends Jim and Kelly are based on actual friends of mine, and yes, her feet...
Most children let their imaginations run wild, but in the end, imaginary friends and invisible battles between good and evil, disagree as the sun sets. Children can dangle between different realities, changing direction in an instant, easily leaving old ideas in the dust. The world is still a safe place filled with hot dogs, Saturday morning cartoons, and di...
It wasn't easy to pull together a vacation in two weeks, but somehow Parker managed it. He even arranged a couple days off from work so we could have a long weekend. "We aren't going anywhere fancy," he said apologetically on the way to the airport. "But at least it will be some one-on-one time for us." "So where are we going?" I asked. Parker hadn't told m...
"That's it," said Elena. She had only edited the first five minutes of two hours of footage, and she was too horny to keep working. She got up from the desk and jumped in bed. She grabbed a vibrator from the drawer of the nightstand and wiggled out of her sweatpants. "One quickie and then back to work." She got off to thoughts of the scene she had just wat...
My wife Jane had been upstairs working on her PC, yes! She has her own PC with a dial up Modem connection back to her office. This allows her to work from home or to do overtime whenever she feels like it. She can also e-mail but only internally to other staff members within her company. As I climbed up stairs I called out, "come on you can switch that thin...
A little something on the kinkier side Joan kept looking at her watch, a bus passed by spewing thick black smoke. It hung in the air long after it passed. It's acrid smell assaulting her delicate nasal passages. She hoped and feared that he was on that bus, but it sped by, continuing its mad journey along the broken and pothole filled roads. It was the wron...
"So, Kassim, you mean to tell me that you're an illegal immigrant?" Zara Desmarais said softly, and the young tomboy looked anxiously at the young man who sat opposite her. Inside the crowded Eaton Shopping Center food court in downtown Toronto, thousands of people milled about, embarking on lengthy shopping sprees. Once upon a time, Zara Desmarais, a small-...
As I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but to think about how pathetic my life had turned out. Nineteen years old, a sophomore in college, and still a virgin; I masturbated, of course, but I had never even kissed anyone. It wasn't that I couldn't find someone to have sex with, I was gorgeous, long light brown hair with blonde highlights and...