The day started like so many others for Joe Stevens, a thirty year old architect in central Florida. A couple of hours at the office to browse through the previous day's mail, return a few calls to prospective client's, then off to the job site to monitor the progress of his latest creation, which was scheduled to be completed in twelve weeks. Joe ambled to...
I have a rather personal question, if you don't mind my asking. Are you shaved? I believe you know what I'm asking... have you trimmed yourself neat, lately? It is such a bother, isn't it? Such awkward angles, so many little nooks and crannies. You primp and preen so many others, wouldn't it be nice if someone would just pamper you? Would you mind... If I we...
Your fingers slide over the keys. She moans softly. You lick your lips and blink a few times, focusing. You need to concentrate on this, despite the prickling heat that is building. Your touch is light as your fingers brush back towards those vital buttons, and you once again slip into the same old rhythm: up, right, left, right, up. Contentment swell...
Steve groaned sharply, but it wasn't in pleasure. Supporting his right hand on my breast, he drew a deep breath, and managed a smile. He was trying hard to relax, probably too hard, but I knew from experience that this was going to be more than some subtle coaching. I'd been there so many times before, but this was expected of me, I guess because I'm a girl....
This story is true, but telling it makes me feel a little queasy. It's not disgusting or anything like that, but when I think of what I did, I feel both guilty and thrilled at the same time. My name's Peggy, but all my friends at college call me Pygmy I'm not on the campus now; I'm on summer vacation for another three weeks. Anyway, they call me Pygmy beca...
Sarah had not looked shocked some hours later when she had freed me from my pastry like prison. Hilary had left the drying lamps on so the syrup and flour had set like concrete trapping my body. Sarah had first pried my body from the floor with a shovel before washing a quantity of the mess from me. I will still pretty well caked when she stood me up. "Look...
I got a call from John and Simon after our little get-together. They gave me a number of some guy who new someone who knew someone. I gave him a call, and apparently there was this company in London which specialized. I asked him in what, and he said everything. I hung up being no less confused than at the start of the conversation, but I rang the number he...
My wife, Pat, works as personnel director for a well known consulting firm based in Wilwaukee, and she had hired an old college chum of hers, Audry, to manage a branch office in Madison. There was conference scheduled for last weekend, and Audry was coming in to town to make a big presentation in the afternoon. Pat was looking forward to seeing her there, bo...
The email I received two days later said, "I need a shave." I got hot just thinking about his bristly head and my razor gliding across it. I pulled a short black skirt over my legs and up to my hips, a tank top over my head, spread sweet oil on my holes for him and drove to the RV. I pulled a chair out and told him to take his pants and boxers off and sit...
I was sitting gleefully in my room, laying on my bed, slightly buzzed from the vodka I'd snuck into the house, listening to Tool's "Lateralus". For the moment, everything was perfect. For the moment... "Son, let's get moving!" my dad called. "We can't miss the plane, you know," my mother chimed in, her asinine voice ripping through my ears like nails, impa...