The advert kept drawing her eye. 6 words that burned to the centre of her, melting something buried deep. 'Closet exhibitionist required for private project.' Closet exhibitionist described her perfectly. Or at least it described someone she used to be. ---- Kirsty had been something of a late developer, only blossoming into full womanhood during the lat...
Dressed in what was to become my usual 'builder's flat attire' of just a pair of seamed black stockings, my face now washed clean of sperm, I returned to the front room. I had dutifully fetched the drinks that they had asked for and I was now nervously waiting to see what would happen next. As I returned I remember thinking observationally that I was no lo...
As she opened the door her smile grew wider. She was excited to walk into her new home, a penthouse apartment that she had always wanted. Kirsty was a bright girl, she was always top of her class through school and varsity which helped her fast track her career. At 31 she was an investment broker at the top of her game. Having well exceeded her budget, her...
"Where the hell is he?" Zil muttered to herself as she looked around the crowded bar for her friend John. He'd been gone for ages, last seen fighting his way through the tightly packed throng ten minutes ago to get them both another drink, and still not yet returned. Zil sighed, and swivelled around on her stool looking at the people about her all laughing...
Preface This is the final instalment in this series. It brings me almost up to date and free to let my imagination run wild by writing the fiction of my other series! I will update if I experience any more real life sub occurrences worthy of sharing, I hope I do! Since my latest encounter with Kirsty and the builders, things went a little quiet and I did...
Kirsty: I arrived at the airport early, my flight isn't for another two hours. I rub your business card, tracing the letters of your name with my finger. Your personal information is on the back of the card so I take out my phone and text you. "Hi John. I hope you are enjoying your ride home. I would love to be riding with you, it's a very special back seat...
The night was becoming an endurance test for Simon. Hopes of having Eloise were fading. The two ladies were toying with him. Promises were all he had. The doorbell rang. Another unexpected visitor? Kirsty's eyes glinted, revenge was sweet. Eloise peeped out. 'It's Carol and Donna with bottles of wine. This is the limit!' Kirsty knew they were coming, it w...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - In Chapter 6 of this kinky and outrageous early 1990s sexual comedy, trailer park girl Breanna accompanies her relatives to a family dinner where her cousin John and his girlfriend Samantha have an important announcement. Can Breanna, not known for subtlety or sensitivity, keep her mouth shut and behave for once in her life, or wi...
Kirsty stared around the room. The Christmas tree that was a safe distance from the roaring fireplace had turned out magnificent in the end. Petrine had insisted that they all help decorate it on Thanksgiving. That had come as a bit of a surprise to Kirsty, but it seemed that her mother-in-law retained far more than simply her accent. She kept several of her...
The driver handed my luggage over; one non-descript rucksack and my suit carrier. With both hands full I fumbled his fare out and ended up giving him a better tip than I intended because I couldn't be bothered to try and count it out better. Money didn't really matter too much as I had only got back off tour a month ago and I'd saved a good amount - you simp...