Well, to start with a cliché: It had been one of those days ... First client didn't show. Second client showed before the art department finished the storyboards ... all wrong, by the way. And the VP lost my third client because she wouldn't shut the hell up about going to high school with the client's CEO ... who wasn't even in the meeting. I barricaded...
It has been about 8 months now since my husband left me. No big blowup, or much arguing. He admitted he had been having an affair his third. I admitted that I had spent an evening with a young man. He had a long talk, and agreed to move out, we could live our separate lives. I kept the house, he agreed to a generous settlement, so after 21 years of marriage,...
Introduction So you've decided to take your first step to become the best version of yourself. No, this isn't a self-help book. It's more of a guide to your own sexual awakening. If you follow these steps, you will feel happier and more confident. And, of course, you will be turning heads when you walk down the street. Being a bimbo is not just changing ho...
"If you wanna know -- if he loves you so -- it's there in his kiss -- that's where it is." Every girl knows the Shoop Shoop song. Every girl memorizes its stirring lyrics. Like her first kiss, once she hears them, she, never -- not for a single minute throughout her whole life -- forgets. A long-ago girly-girl tune, it goes like this: "If it's love -- if...
Chapter 1" We Make Do With Phone Sex. We are lovers. Flat out flirtatious, and tickled by public "display." More than once you've taken my dare and stood under the sprinkler for the wet T-shirt contest; strutting your great looking tits and juicy pink nipples with the other contestants (much admired by me and everyone else) with that provocative, "Oh me, oh...
I locked eyes with my girlfriend. "You know where the lipstick came from. You were there, not an hour ago, when my mother tried to greet me with a kiss and missed my cheek. She was so out of it that she got my collar." "I know that. I saw it happen. But how do I know someone else's lipstick wasn't there first and your mother's lipstick didn't cover it up? P...
I'm laying down on the floor. My hands are bound in front of me. My ankles are tied together. She has stuffed a sock in my mouth and it's sticking out. "Mmmmpppph" "Mmmppppphh" I push the sock out with my tongue. "So when are you going to untie me?" I ask. "How'd you get that sock out of your mouth?" she responds. "I pushed it out with my tongu...
Background This story involves my on-line subject Nancy, who I introduced in Mistress Chronicles #4. This subject passed all of the tests I described in "A few good subs", but before we were able to arrange an in-person session, he was offered a job in a town a great distance away, precluding in-person meets. Nancy is a computer nerd. Brilliant at working...
She was there. Again. Reading a book, gently rocking to the rhythm of the tracks. Her knees held tightly together and the book in her lap. She was impeccably dressed. As usual. This was the third week he'd been catching the train and he always looked forward to seeing her. He caught an earlier train than he needed to because it was her train. In the eve...
New Story 3 I watched as my husband of ten years walked in the kitchen and smiled, "Good morning, Honey. I only have time for a quick cup of coffee and then I have to run. Are we still going to the Raftenbeck's tonight?" "Yes Darling we are. It's for seven, so hurry home. The setter will be here at six thirty." His grin made me tingle down to my toes. Dam...