Tonight was the night! Jim stood in front of the bathroom mirror making sure everything was perfect for his date this evening. He was feeling really good... and just a little bit nervous too. It had been 6 weeks since he had first laid eyes on her. He remembered it like it was just yesterday. He had been at work getting everything ready for the product pho...
I quickly lowered by boxer briefs to the ground and stepped out of them. The cold air of the locker room over my bare ass and dick made me aware of how exposed I was. I knew my backside was open for everyone to see so I quickly reached for the Speedo and stepped into it. As I pulled it up, I looked over to see Scott sneak a glance in my direction. He was sti...
Some of the native measurements in this story are not absolute. "Weighted three stones" or "walked five paces" would be good examples. Some units, distances, and measurements of time have been annotated using the metric system for your own enjoyment. I apologise in advance if this ruins the immersion for some readers. Tribal names are direct translations f...
She had often wondered if he ever felt anything other than optimism. If he was ever down. If he ever hurt, or was tired, or just needed a shoulder to lean on. If he ever saw her as more than a friend he wanted to be kind to. Now, watching him with his hands between his knees, arms resting on his thighs, disheveled, pensive, she wondered why, unasked, her que...
XVII It wasn't often that Emma ever went out shopping. Normally she ordered her groceries or whatever by television: selecting items displayed on the screen and getting her account automatically debited. But it wasn't always possible to get everything you wanted that way, and so, despite her reluctance to wear any kind of clothing, she set off during her lu...
This is the real story of It's A Wonderful Life, a remake of She's A Sexual Wife. Because this story is so long and the length of it necessitates that it has chapters and therefore under the contest new rules is not allowed in the Winter Contest, this is my unofficial Winter Contest entry. I couldn't believe my Dad saw Lucille Ball and Donna Reed naked and...
My weekend of humiliation actually began on Friday morning after reading your email telling me that I had to put myself in punishment. I left the laptop and went into my bedroom to get dressed and I took from my drawer a pair of bottle green hockey pants. I have not done any sport since leaving school but sometimes I like to make myself wear gym pants like a...
After Scott had encouraged me to apply for a new job position and use my physical assets to rise to the top of my profession, no doubt skill played a large part in my rise to the top ranks of my profession as an administrative assistant. Still, there was that nagging feeling that my looks and appeal may have had more to do with it than I would like to admit....
This is the big pitch. This is the one that's going to elevate us up into the advertising stratosphere, and that's why I'm the only one who's going to make it. That's the way it's always been with Howie and me. He's the creative force, the one who comes up with the ideas the clients want, and I'm the one who sells it to them, makes them wet themselves and sc...
I'm out. Out of the closet. Now everyone knows. Perhaps a bit of background... While going to college I found a job as an intern at a small business. As my course of study was technical, the job was technical, doing the mechanical drawing and parts lists for the products that we made. The pay wasn't great but it was more than I'd made at traditional teenage...