This is a work of fiction. It’s a private fantasy I’m sharing. It is a fantasy that will in all likelihood always remain just that. In my fantasy world there is no disease or unwanted pregnancy. You should never have unprotected sex. I’d been living with my boyfriend and master for over 2 years. I’d told him often of my wishes to service his friends, but he...
"Hey bartender, can I get another drink?" Brian asked, over the noisy bar. The bartender, a petite brunette, walked over and cleared the empty, and replaced it with a fresh beer in one swift motion. "This is for you." he said, as he laid a five dollar bill on the bar. She took the bill, and stuffed it in the tip jar. Brian took a sip, and surveyed the room,...
Checking to find his kids still asleep, Bill Raines trudged doom the hall and collapsed onto the guest bed. But sleep did not come easy to him that night. In fact, he was sure he didn't get any sleep at all, but tossed and turned the entire night. His mind was awash with images of Allison, his wife, standing there, with that look of shock and rage on her fac...
Chapter Eight -- Caputo Kaput Candi was heartbroken. She lay in bed Saturday morning and refused to answer phone calls from Michelle or John despite their insistent calling. She eventually left the receiver off the hook. She didn't get up until after twelve noon and when she saw herself in the mirror she cringed. "Fuck them! Looking good is probably the b...
Candice was in a private room lap-dancing a lesbian customer. As she was rubbing her breasts against the woman's face, she tried to lessen her jealousy of Camilla's screwing around with other girls. She reminded herself that Camilla was free to have anyone she wanted, male or female. Candice didn't own her; of course, Candice already had a boyfriend, althoug...
Nora Weldon was far from perfect. She was tall, well educated and the body of a Las Vegas showgirl. In undergraduate and grad school she had been called Barbie, out of jealousy or lust by the other women and men. Either way, it hurt. Because honestly speaking, that’s what she looked like and she knew it. Long legs and big tits, as she described herself. Even...
This off-shoot is especially for readers who were concerned about Claire Swann, Graham's wife. I'm experimenting with tense and narrative structure, so please do let me know in the comments what you think :) . . . When, years ago, the stories broke about Michael Douglas' divorce, I had immense sympathy for his wife, Diandra. Whatever my envious friends - w...
Once again Doug is leaving Paris. For good this time. At least at home he had Renee, but shit there was Mandy, too. How could his nice peaceful life have turned into a soap opera? But first he had to straighten out the Renee-Mandy thing. Chapter 10 Forgetting Paris I stared out the window during the flight home. It was harder and harder to leave Paris. I...
**Note: This is my first story, ever. If the feedback is positive, I'll add more, but for now I have purposefully left the story in a "cliffhanger" state. To Admin- per submission rules, I am requesting that you leave in the italics I have included. * You know how some people can be comfortable in any sort of social situation? They're naturally charismatic...
Tiffany was a former administrative assistant at my office who worked for us for a short while before leaving to take a teaching job that she had been looking, for in the mean time. She was offered and accepted a job teaching 4th graders. Teaching was her true calling which matched her sweet, kind, loving personality. Her beauty was just as sweet as her pers...