Another long overnight shift, Stacey thought. She hated to say the word, lest she jinx herself. Quiet. The ER was dead. Only two patients out of 35 beds. And being Triage Nurse, she hadn't had any activity for 4 hours. Sigh. Even the difficult crossword puzzle was done. Having recently gotten over the flu and a breakup with her ex, she was still a little wea...
I stand by myself in the store, looking at fun things to try on. Things that will stretch and conform to my body. Fuzzy and warm things - I can't resist a good chenille sweater. I have an adoration for velvet in all its incarnations. And of course, because it is the season, I must find something red. While I am trying to select a few things, I see a rather...
When my doorbell rings just after 8am, I have no idea that I am about to have the most extraordinary experience of my life. I am a perfectly normal 43-year old middle class Surrey housewife, happily married to a City banker - the only man I have ever 'known' sexually – and mother of a 19-year old daughter and a 15-year old son. I am quite pretty of I say so...
Chapter 3: Barbara When I was in high school, we lived on a quiet street in the suburbs called Mistletoe Lane. It was a cul-de-sac with about 15 houses, all of them occupied by white, yuppie families with multiple kids. Most of the wives were in their mid-thirties, and were very attractive. Most of their husbands were salesmen or corporate types who worked...
Authors note: If you didn't like my story, "The Racist" you won't like this one either. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I met her eyes across the room and she smiled a knowing smile and then turned her attention back to the woman she was talking to. That little knowing smile had said it all, loud and clear, "You want me and I know it." She was ri...
My name is Mistletoe Kringle. I prefer Misty. I'm on Daddy's naughty list. I mean, I have been for some time, but now I'm sort of at the top of it. I don't really understand why. I mean, I'm just continuing the family tradition of giving. Is it really important that instead of a wooden top, I give head? Or instead of a bicycle for them to ride, I let them r...
'I don't know what happened, I just left,' Liz slammed the tea kettle onto the stove and flipped on the heat element. Outside her small kitchen window she could see the dim orange streetlight hanging over the crumbling parking lot asphalt. 'Did you talk to him?' Jessica's voice was soft over speaker phone. 'Yeah. No, I mean, I don't know. It all happened s...
The soft breeze of brisk winter air coming through the window chilled her as she closed the bathroom door behind her. The little decorative window had probably been opened to let out some of the steam from the morning showers, but now that the sun had gone down, the cold was too much. She immediately crossed the room and shut it tight before lighting a few o...
Leslie was very wet and I was certain that it was someone else's cum and not, as she tried to tell me, her own juices. The one thing I did know for sure is whatever had happened at the party that night, it had turned Leslie into a sex maniac. Our sex life was usually limited to three or four times a week and then usually only one time, but that night she wou...
The company Christmas party had ended promptly at 8:00pm. Fearful of any legal liability, the company forced everyone out of the hotel's banquet hall. "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here" was the company line. Although a Saturday, Frank had attended without his wife. Instead, he attended the dinner sitting with Linda and her husband George, p...