There was a woman named Angela, who was a TV producer. I was assisting her in some research for a program she was producing, and she had come by my office several times, for some useful discussions. She was friendly and charming, but always stopped short of being flirtatious. She may have seen my wedding ring, which was hard to miss. But none the less, I did...
I have arrived early and I have had time to relax. I am wearing an open necked shirt and trousers and luxuriating in the sensual feel of my bare feet against the thick carpet. I am waiting for you to arrive at the hotel room we have booked to play out my fantasy. Eventually you arrive, dressed formally, slightly stiffly, as if from work. You are wearing a t...
Hi - thanks for reading. The idea for this story came to me one day and I had to get it down on paper. It's written as a long monologue which I hopes work for the reader - the situation described is not remotely realistic but, hey, isn't that what fantasy's for? I have lots of ideas for parents of other students that are waiting to be typed up so I would lo...
Uni life wasn't at all what Vanessa Love had imagined. The images of all night parties, and reckless abandonment had dissolved from her mind after the first few weeks of classes. Uni work was hard. The lectures were often far too long and boring, and where were these parties she had heard so much about. It all seemed so difficult and pointless, all work and...
The five women in the restaurant were all sat comfortably after a good meal and a few bottles of quality wine. It had been a good night out for them and was coming to an agreeable end. "Right then, who's up for a bit of clubbing?" Said Ann, one of the girls. They looked at each other and everyone seemed game for a good laugh. "OK, but where are we going?...
On my break at work I often log onto to various spanking websites to drool over stories and pictures. I am always careful to delete my browsing history before finishing my break. So I was startled when Winston, an Englishman who transferred from London to our branch in New York a few weeks ago, sat beside me one afternoon in the break room, and whispered "I...
This is an edited version of a true confession which was sent to me by a lady who wants to write her life story. We discussed it by phone and email and she agreed to this version ... * After 15 years of marriage, my husband developed this obsession with getting me to pose for mucky pictures. He kept on about it and he kept telling me I ought to be flatter...
I had been at my job for about a month. The job had forced me to move to a new state. The only people I had met were my fellow workers. I had ventured into the normal places that a single male would go to meet people...clubs, but had met no one. One day Bob, who had the cubbyhole next to mine, asked if I wanted to come over for dinner with him and his wife...
I was in Miami overseeing the steel work on a new building. We were pretty much ahead of schedule, which was great, since I got early and on time bonuses, so the thunder storms that day were not welcomed. I called the foreman and shut down the job 'til Monday, did some paperwork, sent some emails, and had nothing else to do for the day. The worst part was th...
Ten years Maureen and I had been married. Ten happy years. When I met Maureen she had a rare quality, she was a virgin and I was the only man she had been with until that day. Our love life was excellent, regular sex whenever the urge took us. She would often go braless and if we were sitting in a pub or restaurant I would ask her to loosen her buttons to...