Business travel was bad enough, but having to take two assistants with me, who were both young and in there 20’s, only made things worse. Let me explain a little, because this sounds like any man’s fantasy come true. Amy was tall and slender, with little shape at all. Her hair was straight and she wore no makeup. She was bright, but rather than using her int...
la la la"I can only give you everything I have" la la la "I know there's angels by your side. If I could be the perfect man in your eyes, I would give (anything?) to be a part of your life." la la wow hey Clay Aiken, thanks for the..umm, song in the background while I write! very inspirational! clap clap clap A trip to Hawaii? I LIVE in Hawaii! But I am a...
Bebe Glazer sat behind her desk inside the large corporate office overlooking Seattle. She was a curvy woman with dark hair and eyes. Although she had average looks, she was a woman of a sharp intellect. Also, she was ruthless and quite manipulative. There was nothing Bebe Glazer wouldn't do to get what she wanted. She had been that way ever since she was li...
Lynnette was in the ladies room, touching up her eye makeup when the fire alarm buzzed and the PA ordered the building cleared. She finished the job in the employee parking lot. She used a friend's truck, which had big mirrors, and big everything else for that matter. The air was muggy summer-thick and she felt her makeup and hairspray melting into a sticky...
Author's Note – Thanks to all that commented and to those that recognized the reference to one of my favorite 70's songs. There may be a few more references in this part. The story resumes where Part 1 left off; Sylvia's mother in bed with George, her daughter Sylvia's former boyfriend. The phone rings and it is Sylvia, flying to Galveston to see her mother...
My name is Annabelle Mitchell. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, wealthy Irishwoman attending State University. Currently, I live in a mansion and I am served by my very willing slave, Wanda Sullivan, a big Black woman who used to be a Professor of Literature at the school before she found her true calling. She wanted to be my servant. More...
As I walked through the enormous bay door of the shop, the familiar smells of grease and paint filled my head. Something about cars always made my blood rush. The air was thick with the smell of oil and tires. Instantly my mind was fixed on him. As I scanned the room cluttered with cars and tools, HE was nowhere to be seen. I could hear the sound of wrenches...
Nearing my 32 birthday and still being single I decided to peruse the personal classifieds on craigslist. I wasn't sure I was looking for anything in particular or even anything I would act on but what I found turned out to be something more than I could've imagined. I found an ad that seemed harmless and responded. The ad read: "I'm a MWM, 65, 6', 200# ISO...
A couple of years ago, I lived in a small house that was converted into a couple of apartments. The couple across the hall were moving out and I knew that I was going to miss them, because I fucked the woman more times that I could ever remember. We had a "farewell fuck" and she told me that I could call her whenever I wanted. I was kind of curious to know...
It was her third Tuesday of servicing Scott's desires when pain became part of the scene. After locking the door from the inside she strolled to the armoire and carried the red folder to his desk. "Number seven," he announced. She flipped the pages clipped in the folder and bent them over the top so the weight of the folder held the first six pages under it....