Day after day I found myself working overtime to get a number of projects caught up and then racing home to be able to join my husband and children for dinner at a reasonable hour. My racing home had resulted in two speeding tickets over a 6-week period, which was not going to help our auto insurance rates, nor help me keep my license as the points against...
I haven't posted anything in a while but really wanted to share the following true account and then followed by a story spin-off (his and hers style). Please keep in mind, I was dared to do the following and this is my telling of the true events: So, on Wednesday I finally got a chance to publicly stimulate myself (had to build up courage). Arrived at confe...
As time went on with Tommy Arker, life got a bit more rough on campus. Whenever I was seen out in public I was glared at or people made it obvious that they didn't welcome my company. Even a few days ago a rather nerdy came up to me and decided to demand that I leave the library while I was working on my makeup work for that English test I missed. To make a...
Dear Shoeblossom, I am just an ex-cocktail waitress who married a troubled but worthwhile guy. Mom always told me to find someone classy like a dentist or a Buick dealer. "Mariah, it's as easy to fall in love with a rich guy as a broke guy." But I fell for Raymond Withers, Jr. hard, and I married him right before he went to Vietnam. Still, as in all marria...
Right now, I am in bed. I am in my dorm back at Bridgewater State College. My roommate Elisabeth is asleep next to me. She's a mousy blonde girl from Atlanta. I am tired, from a long night at work. I am counting the money I made this month. Thirty thousand dollars in cash, all for one month's work down at Club Le Monde. Before you start asking about directio...
The young black woman strolled down the hallway from the conference room and towards what would now become "her" office. She walked with authoritative strides. For a minute I remained behind, standing alone in the small conference room rethinking the events that led up to this moment. The embarrassment Alexis had subjected me to this morning, and in the pres...
"Hey Rick, can you meet at the coffee shop across from my work tomorrow at about 3:30?" Amy's text read. It was the morning after I had stopped in her store. "I sure can." I quickly replied. "Couple quick questions though. What is off limits to you sexually?" Amy asked. I texted back, "I'm can't stand anything that has to do with poop or blood. And no p...
Rachel was a slim brunette. I'd met her when she'd delivered pizza while I was playing sex games with Sue, a previous partner, and when Sue'd gone off to get married, Rachel wanted to play more games. She was sort of an exhibitionist, in that she liked being seen, but she didn't like the idea of being naked in public or anything like that. We'd agreed that...
Author's Note - Hi everyone! Hope you've enjoyed the story so far! If you're just jumping in here, it's best to start from Chapter 1 so you understand the story and characters. Feedback is welcome! Thanks as always to ftw752 for his editing help! * I woke up the next morning when my alarm went off and stretched sleepily. It had been a rough night full of d...
Chapter 2-Enter the Slave girl In came the Mistress's husband Master Thomas who is a little shorter than me at 5'11" but has more muscle mass and is built like a wrestler which he did in college. His salt and pepper hair give him a more mature look like George Clooney or Mark Ruffalo. It gives him a more commanding image especially since he keeps it short c...