Renee slipped the key into the electronic lock and sighed. As she heard the click accompanied by the flashing green light indicating "open", she turned the handle and opened the door to her motel room for the night. Her cunt of a boss had shipped her off to some lousy destinations in the past, but this was the worst to date. Here she was, all alone in anothe...
In my first submission I told you about my first sexual encounter with Russell (not my husband), but this was not the first time I cheated. The first time I cheated was about ten years before my fling with Russell. See I told you I was not one of those slutty girls that cheats on my husband all the time, just every few years. My first fling was with a man n...
It's raining outside. Your boss is yelling again and your computer is frozen. Out of frustration you leave your desk, head outside to grab something to eat and hail a cab. Despite your heavy coat a chill runs through your body as the winter winds swirl around you. A part of you wonders why you live in this god forsaken town. A cab pulls up to the curb and...
Jenna was a regular at Davy's, dining there a couple of times a week. Due to her often long work hours and the fact that she hated cooking for one, it made perfect sense for her to eat out before going home. Plus the fact that the chef was gorgeous also helped. She usually stayed until closing on a Friday night as she didn't arrive until eight and they clo...
Returning from there Lisa left her job and her husband took a new job to start our life once again. It was a Monday morning. The night before Lisa stayed up very late so she was sleep-in late when she heard a knock at her door. She answered the door it was the maintenance man, tall about 6'2 so he's a lot taller than Lisa, chocolate skin, pretty smile in hi...
The next morning, Charlie arose, his head still pounding from the drinks he'd imbibed at the previous night's dinner with Cynthia's parents. The crestfallen look on Tamiko's face had struck him like a punch in the chest and he was secretly awed by the fact that a woman he'd only met the day before would have such a quick effect on him. He tried to look apolo...
Emma walked past the bar twice a day. She'd arranged her journey to work to make it like that, getting on and off the train at a different stop to her colleagues to ensure she always passed by the bar at the start and end of her working days. Her colleagues thought she did it just for the extra exercise, and she didn't correct that impression. They were all...
"Hey Melanie, some guy asked me to give this to you..." (thump) A white envelope with only my name, written in a hand I do not recognize, hits the counter in front of me. "Thanks Jamie." 'What the hell is this?' I wonder. I open the envelope, inside is a single piece of paper & a room key. Room 502 Hilton, Sydney Holy Shit. No Way. Oh My God. I can...
This essay has been inspired by the 'male side of gender issue' thread on the Author's Hangout. It's in no way meant to be moralizing and, maybe, even not informative but it's there. Domestic Violence, Spousal Abuse. Ugly names huh? For hundreds of thousands of men and women around the world it's a reality. Abusers call it 'Love'; the abused, well sometime...
She emailed her Master "It is done!" And watched the clock, in between mundane work tasks, as the finger crept (oh why did she have to imagine THAT!) solidly to the thirty minute mark. + In the pub, she had been aware, every second, that underneath her clothes, she really was naked. A first glance would have seen a curvy, attractively blonde woman, in jump...