I had just turned 30 years of age when I was promoted to my new job. It felt great. A big bump in salary, nice title, a personal assistant as well as a secretary. A little overkill, I thought. A secretary and an assistant? Would I have to do any work myself? Even more than that was the office that went along with the rest. A big office, nicely furnished, a p...
Stan returned home, quivering. He felt full of energy and unable to be still, like he'd had several espressos, one after the other in quick succession. He bounced around from room to room, unable to settle into doing anything useful before he managed to bring himself to a halt. "Settle down, Stan," he told himself aloud, "Get a grip. It's just a date, you'r...
*For a woman, written by a man. Disclaimer: I wrote this as part of a writing prompt I found on reddit where a woman wanted to be dressed up and used. She let us decide if it would be sweet and loving or to abuse her as our own fuck toy. She wanted either links of what we'd dress her up in or to be very descriptive, I used links originally, but this site...
Part 1. Charles and I have worked together for several years at a small biotechnology company. I am the facilities manager. He is the senior administrator and the only man on the staff. Casual dress is the norm, but I keep a set of formal clothes in my office in case I need to meet important visitors or customers or give a special presentation at short noti...
DONNA This is a continuation of the story about Jenny... I go to work, and, by five, I am back home... Something made me jump out one tram stop earlier, needing to take a stroll... I arrive in front of my block of flats, when I sense that someone is staring at me. I look into that direction, and see a pair of dark green eyes watching me... Truth is tha...
How had things got this far? How had I lost my mind in all of this? I scrolled through the text messages from Jacob. The first had been very innocent; just a simple question about work deadlines. The last had lost all of it's innocence; asking for a picture of me, naked. My face flushed crimson at the idea of sending such a picture, yet I felt a burning be...
She thought she detected subtle hints, but chided herself thinking that her fiancé was the most macho, dominant man she had ever known. They had dated a while before moving in together, two years ago. She thought she knew him, but did she really? The thought lingered with her all day. He called from work. His eight-hour evening shift turned into a double s...
Billie had been picked up by Seth, or he'd been picked up by her, or someone had picked someone up. Billie didn't care any more. She was at home, with Seth, tipsy, and achingly horny. She was kissing him standing in her bedroom doorway. In the doorway because they seemed to have stopped moving, still in the hallway. Even though the bedroom light was on, an...
It was lunch, and I was going to sit and eat with her. Everyone had told me she had some sort of scar, and was very standoffish because of it. Apparently she was quite self-conscious because of that scar. Her brown hair was brushed so it covered the right side of her face, and she perpetually kept her head down, trying to cover it. I had only worked there...
Jamal stood in awe at the side of the road. Dusk had fallen and his work on the tobacco farm was done for the day. Jamal was from Jamaica and travelled north for the past two summers for field work in Ontario. He was two kilometres in to his four kilometre walk home and was looking forward to getting home, cracking open a beer and putting his feet up for the...