Finally home, I think to myself as I reach the front steps of the apartment building. I walk up the stairs and enter inside. Just one more floor to go then I can finally relax after a long day at the office. Today I wore a purple button up blouse, a magenta skirt ending above my knees, thigh high fishnet nylon stockings, and a pair of brown four inch heels t...
[This is a work of fiction. It is a sequel to Kathe's Customer. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. All locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dea...
Fires burned in me more intensely than I thought possible... My heart pounded & I felt emotions so strong they were just shy of unbearable. Yet so wonderful... I've always loved sharing her with others, especially men, but few encounters have played out without a hitch. This night was as close to perfect as I think is possible... When a club gets so smoky t...
Piya was whistling away to herself. It was Friday night and the first Friday of the month and that meant it was her girl's night out. She loved to meet with her family and relatives but she loved her evenings spent with the girls. They were a mixture of people that she went to school friends and also some mothers that she had met since the birth of her dau...
The Jazz Age Chapter Two: The Love Nest Charlie Desmond, the husband of Nancy Desmond, had a great faith in the future of America. Along with most of the men he knew, he thought the business of America was business and that was that. The business of America was business and the future of business looked good. No, he thought it was better than that. The bu...
"So tell me, Doc, am I a sick fuck or what?" I asked as I paused in the middle of my story. My tale was my reason for the appointment with the company shrink. "I am not here to judge your actions," replied the man in the big leather chair. Why do these guys always sit in the big chairs while you lay on some uncomfortable sofa-type thing? "Is it possible...
Bridgett was a single woman in her forties, tall and average looking; not one to stand out in a crowd, yet pretty in her own way. The chestnut hue of her hair with just a hint of auburn accentuated her mysterious lens-covered green eyes. Being a bit on the thick side she was never model material, but then again she never wanted to be and was happy with her a...
It had been four days since that unforgettable evening with Anu. James my chauffeur walked into my living room with a cheek to cheek smile. It was evident from his smile that he had probably discovered something that he was desperate to tell me this morning. He at last came to the arm-chair where I sat with my morning rites of newspaper and coffee. Bending...
The cool breeze snapped Jenelle Richardson's hair into her brown red-rimmed eyes and she shook her head to push the dirty blonde locks from her tired face. She was suddenly glad her friends had asked her recently to shed her waist-length hair and take on this more professional and yet more attractive shoulder-length bob. She opened the door to the store sh...
Over the last three weeks I had only seen Jim three times. I was going stir crazy not being with him. And while, out of nothing else to do, I raised my grades, this pleased my parents, but it did not ease my libido. One good thing did come out of it though. I think through the word of my father, our good old neighbor Ernie had hired me for babysitting work....