I go for a massage, at a new place. Because, um, trying somewhere new? I don't know. A friend recommended it? Something, anyway. So I go, and on the price list is a special luxury massage. So I ask for that. They ask if I'm sure, and try to tell me what it is, but I don't care about marketing blah. So I just say yes. I go and undress and lie down and a gu...
With heartfelt thanks to my editor, who put up with me all this time, Kanga40. A real help to this struggling writer. * Her voice still cuts through to my soul to this very day. Now that she's a singer with a string of top ten hits following her I can only wish her the very best. Remembering her kisses and the way she to moves her body when she's working h...
I notice something familiar about you as soon as I enter the room. I notice it from the top of the stairs, just after Mistress Larissa opens the heavy oak door and leads me inside. I see it even before you have a chance to see me for yourself. Unlike the four men shackled beside you, I sense something different about you, something special. I can't put my fi...
My alarm goes off at 5:00am where did the night go? Strange thoughts and pictures went through my head, I am not even sure if I was dreaming or not. My mind was still in a thick fog so many thoughts so many unanswered questions. I decided too try and find the house again on my way too work, I needed some proof of what happened so I thought if I could find th...
This is another Catherine story. For a full introduction and explanation, please look to other Poorwriter stories. * Hi Honey, I had an interesting and fun time this weekend at my parent's house. My sisters Barbie and Diane and their husbands Gary and Chris were all up there too. You know the ranch is such a beautiful place to be. There are nine hundre...
My name is Kim, and I work in housing administration at a liberal arts college in South Florida. In my last story, I described my first adult catfight, with a woman named Gemma. We had a full-on brawl at a pirate-themed party at a mansion, and I lost. But in the following days, all of my thoughts went back to that fight, slapping and tearing clothes and pull...
Those Things Happen. But why to me? Dick, my husband, had been dealing with some family estate problems all last weekend, and didn't get back home until late Monday night. I really missed him, and,frankly, our phone sex was a poor substitute for the real thing. Better than nothing I suppose, but not by much. Ah, but we saved Tuesday nights for our close e...
I have this weird little fantasy about having sex in a packed car, a completely crowded car, and no-one else there knowing. So I guess it must be while I'm on holiday or something, rather than just driving home from work on the freeway. And sometimes it's actually a minivan, too so there's more people involved. So maybe its some kind of organized trip, or go...
Man, was it ever cold that Saturday morning. It'd snowed a little but then the temperature went down so fast that it was just too cold to even snow anymore. I kept checking the thermometer to see if I'd need to run the water in the upstairs sink. We'd had one pipe placed too close to an outside wall, when we built the house, and if it went below 5 degrees i...
This is another in a series of 'Catherine' stories. Not as much of a memory as a report of the days' events. It is part of a series of letters Catherine writes to her husband. They use the letters for fun and later she either reads them aloud to her husband Michael, or he will read it aloud and she will act it out. THE UNPLANNED SUBSTITUTE Honey, I had a...