In the morning, still in my provocative nightie, I'm in a fine mood for beating off, but Agnes is calling "Michael, Michael, get up!" and she ducks her head in the door to say, "Today's the last day for Michael, dear!" Nonetheless, on this day I'm still putting on my panties. I'm also checking again to make sure no traces of makeup remain. I feel a little...
I had dozed off, the passion draining my energy and sending me into blissful sleep. I could sense her lying prone next to me, and so I concentrated on every place our bodies were touching. My arm was still tightly wrapped around her, my hand resting upon her soft, supple breast. Her breathing, slow and steady, belied the fact that she was awake. As my finger...
She came through my door in the early afternoon wearing a thin, summer print that flowed over her body like water. She was young and on the petite side, a bit smaller than I normally favor them, but her hair was long and the dress hinted at enough flesh to convince me that I wouldn’t be picking any bones out of my teeth when I went for my dinner. She was pr...
We were married young; too young. That’s it in a nutshell, I guess. She got knocked up. I always thought it was just bad luck. But I don’t know, now I’m kinda wondering if she didn’t set me up. She’s capable of it. I sure learned that over time. We were twenty; we were pregnant; we got married. That’s what you did back then, no questions asked. I should hav...
Author's note: I'm not eligible to win anything in this competition since I won something in the Holiday Contest with "The Bell Ringer," but... writing is addictive and I just couldn't help myself! Sometimes I write for readers and sometimes I write for myself. I hope a few of you like it - those who don't please be gentle! Some truth to this tale: everyth...
Leone and I had been together for about three years when she got the offer from Australia. 'What do you think?' she said. 'Should I take it?' 'Entirely up to you,' I said. 'But it is the job that you've always wanted. And it may never come up again. Is that a chance that you want to take?' 'Would you miss me?' I think that I sort of half laughed. 'Of cour...
Reardon played his card and lost again. This time he did not mind losing. In fact it worked into his plan very well. When he first came up with his scheme his first hurdle to overcome would be finding someone that would fit his need. The Duke of Ashwell was the first person that came to mind, actually he was the only person that would work. Only the Duke w...
In my area—and I suspect in yours—the local news regularly runs stories of prostitution "stings." In case you are not familiar with them, they work like this: female police officers pose as prostitutes. They may walk a street "known" for prostitution (which in my city means you may find, at most, a dozen down-and-out, drug-addicted women on a busy night, plu...
There's something wonderful about the first really summer-y week of the year. Its not on any calendar, but you know it when its happening. The whole world just seems... hornier. As a typical voyeuristic adolescent, I assumed this was just me and my fellow droolers, staring at the glorious adult flesh, for so long hidden away, bleaching under sensible winter...
Alex Chandler Makes An Office Slut Out of Mrs. Prim "Mrs. Prim, I could go public with these and you'd lose everything." Alex Chandler threatened as he threw down a sheaf of papers on his oak desk. "Mrs. Prim, trusted employee, uses Chandler's computers to write erotic emails. What would your husband think about his wife being such a slut at work?" I coul...