This all started one night at a festival in Germany in 2001. I am in the army stationed in Germany. Astrid, my wife, and I were sitting in the beer tent listening to the music and drinking some of that fine German beer. The band started playing some music that was good for foxtrot dancing and Astrid really wanted to dance. I am not a dancer at all and sinc...
"Excuse me is this chair taken?" There was that same familiar voice. I looked up to see Peter Johnson, construction coordinator. "Oh hey, Mr. Johnson, No this chair is available." "Mind if I join you?" "Um, Well..." "Silly me, you are waiting for someone aren't you?" "Well sort of but he's late." "He's late; he should know better than to keep a prett...
For my eighteenth birthday I got a coupon for a massage at our local fitness center from my mom who has been exercising there for many years. She gave it to me ahead of time so that I could enjoy the massage on my special day and feel good and well, just before heading to my annual birthday party with my friends. I had never had a professional massage befor...
I was standing by the kitchen counter wondering why I was standing by the kitchen counter. I was startled when the toast popped out of the toaster. "Oh yeah, that's why I am standing here" I said to myself. I managed to butter the toast without incident and took it and my coffee to the living room. I sat on the couch and pondered on the sad state of my mind...
Chapter 5: Slave Nigella The first four chapters of my adventures with Nigella Lawson were published earlier. In the first chapter I had some daydreams after I watched her on TV. In the second chapter I first met her. Thanks to some favorable circumstances I was able to check my daydreams in reality. In the third chapter I discovered her submissive nature,...
Kim Collins sighed again as she looked at herself in the full-length wall mirror in their bedroom. Her bedroom, she corrected herself. Roy had moved out to live with his assistant nearly a year ago. The divorce had been finalized three months ago. He'd always said he liked short blondes, Kim thought. Unfortunately, it had also turned out that he liked youn...
Chapter 2: Errand of Mercy Author's note: Readers might want to read School's Out before reading this story. Two weeks had passed since Kim Collins's afternoon with her former student Tim. They'd talked for an hour after their love-making, before she drove him home. He'd admitted that he was almost engaged ("'Engaged to be engaged' is the correct term," s...
I want to start off by saying I am not an exhibitionist or an extrovert, nor am I a shrinking violet. It just so happens that a couple of years ago I had an encounter that changed my life. Whether it was for the better or for worse I will let the reader decide, but I hope you don't judge me. I am a Muslim female living in the United Kingdom in a multi-cultu...
"Ugh! I hate this place," Audrey grunted into her sleeve, as she wiped sweat from her brow. This place being Enzo's, the upscale Italian restaurant she waited at in uptown D.C. She quickly picked up the two plates of spaghetti and meatballs, and rushed out of the kitchen to serve her customers. Her long, curly ponytail brushed against her shoulder blades...
If you have the time you can e-mail me and tell me what you thought. ************************************ It has been more than a year since I met and started going out with Sandra, and more than six months since I moved in with her. And its strange because even though I get very jealous when I see her with her black studs I've actually grown to love her...