"I wanted to personally meet with you, to tell you, congratulations. You've got the job," Mrs. Sheridan said as she reached out and shook my hand. She was wearing a black skirt suit and I tried not to stare too much at her figure. She was in her mid-forties with dark-chocolate brown hair and piercing blue eyes. When she first interviewed me (for a full-time...
Shelby slowly wandered into the dorm hallway, feeling her legs shaking with fatigue as she wrapped her fingers around the door handle and let herself into the room. Walking into her dark room, Shelby extended her arm and switched on the dim light. She walked across the room and sat down on her soft bed, laying down and running her fingers across her long, sl...
As I gazed from the entrance of the parking garage to the marble floor of the catwalk, all I could think of was the heels I was wearing. Being a pharmaceutical representative, I had to attend many a conference and meet with local doctors and fellow nurses. The convention this quarter was in a suburb of Chicago, and this meeting would allow me the opportunity...
Toby had reached the end of his second week locked in Laura's chastity cage. While it would be wrong to say he was becoming comfortable with it, he had begun to get used to it. He'd been wearing it long enough now so that he was confident nobody could see it through his work trousers or casual jeans. In general he continued his days unaware it was there, th...
I'll surprise her, John thought to himself as he turned the car into the parking lot. He wasn't due home from his business trip until early the next morning. She'll never expect me to be home early. A tiny bell tinkled over head as he walked into the shop. "Can I help you?" said the florist. "I need a bouquet," he replied. "For my wife." They'd been marri...
This story is the start of a new addition requested by many fans of the main series I write, "Life of a Slut Wife and Mum". It covers some of the real life experiences I went through that helped inspire the main story. These pictures and writeup gives a look into my life and how I developed a desire to write my series. In this first story, I'm sharing how I...
DR. Jean Marlin was a sex therapist. She had a big house and lived alone. Always busy working; the DR hired a cleaning agency to do her housework. They assigned an older gentleman who she met at their office while signing the paperwork. He was black in his late 40's. He seems to have been there a while so the DR had no reservations in giving the agency the c...
I was having one of those business trips, long and not much fun. I was going to all the right places but for all of the wrong reasons. Magically while traveling home, everything changed. Let me begin at the beginning like all good stories. I was in London after a grueling week. I had been working with some nice people including Karen who has all the right e...
My First Heels It was a warm, morning when I awoke. The closed curtains failed to keep the bright sun shine from lighting up my bedroom. My cloudy mind cleared and I found my hand stroking my morning wood. I stretched under the silky sheet covering my Queen sized bed. The clock read 6:30. I flipped off the covers and sat up on the edge of my bed and stretc...
The upscale shoe store was not crowded as Veronica entered and was greeted by the proprietor. The two women had known each other for years and Madame Dupree anticipated her valued clients needs and predilections with seemingly clairvoyant insight. Madame Dupree was a full bodied and mature woman of nearly sixty years who had inherited the business from her...