DOING THEIR BEST TO MAKE HEATHER HAPPY Heaving a sigh, Brad looked across his desk at his pretty assistant. "So, you're saying you want a change, and you really want to leave?" Heather nodded and sat forward in her chair. "It's not that I don't like working with you Brad, I really do. You've got to be the best boss ever. But..." Biting into her lip, she...
Elizabeth Martin's Predicament Thanks very much for your comments and votes. I have revised the story to improve and add some dialogues, and have made some other minor edits as well. Please continue to comment and vote on the story. I appreciate very much and am greatly encouraged by your comments and votes. Thanks to LaRascasse and CaffeineFetish for som...
Chapter 3 - Good dates. Bad prospect Edie also was the next girl to get a 'date' based on passing out our business cards to about thirty limousine drivers she talked to at the airport -- 'Sensations' on one side, and her first name and cellphone number on the other. She thought it might be a long shot, but one day not soon after she got a call. "Hello, is...
"Ready to fuck me now, Dick?" went Kory's soft, lilting voice, singing out from her as delicately as her touch went over Dick's back, fingers stroking and massaging his lust-tense muscles. Kara could see them standing out in oak-hard knots, tensed up from—"Like you did Donna?" "Always, Star." He shifted his neck, cracking out one last kink, then turned over...
Sarah pulled into the makeshift parking lot next to the job site she was working at and sucked in a deep breath. Working Sunday sucked. She was working overtime she definitely needed, but it meant she was working alone with the boss and that she was not looking forward to. She worked in a male dominated field, she was used to crude, she was used to rude, she...
A brief introduction: This is sort of a BTB story of. Read it and you'll find out what that means. I hope you enjoy. Once you're finished leave a comment. Vote even if you want. Additionally there is no sexual activity by anyone under eighteen. There are children, but they have no direct role in the story. All right; it's Wednesday, 11:30 a.m. and I'm...
Becky woke rolling over in bed, looking at the clock on her nightstand. It read 8:22 on a Saturday morning. She lay there gathering herself, recalling. She'd heard her father come in somewhere after one in the morning. It was the first time she could ever recall his coming home that late when he obviously wasn't working. The fact that he had, pissed her off...
The hum from the washing machines was a chorus of white noise drowning out the street sounds, the wail of sirens in the distance, the crazy-looking homeless man shouting profanities two doors up the sidewalk and the god-awful street rapper free-styling just outside the door of the 50 Cent Washeteria. It's not that John didn't like some hip-hop, but this gu...
Chapter 2 Our First Time Hopefully you've already read chapter one of my story and you understand how we arrived here and the significance of the small steps forward we took in anticipation of this happening. I've also realized that I didn't properly introduce us in chapter one. My name is Lynn and I'm 49 years old at the time of writing this, the events de...
You're kneeling on the bed, waiting for me, when I enter the room. I'm barefoot, of course, and moving quietly, so with the blindfold on you don't know that I'm here yet, and I can take my time to examine you. I think I've seen you before. We haven't met, but you look familiar. Someone I've seen at parties, I think, maybe a friend of a friend. You of cours...