Before I begin this story, I have a confession to make. I am a geek. Not the kind that bites the heads off chickens in the sideshow, but the kind that does something almost as weird. I collect comic books and related memorabilia. Yes, I know that this isn't considered too strange anymore, but you're probably thinking about what is called the accidental colle...
A cup of mint tea did nothing to lift my mood. I was trying really hard to get things into context, and having found one girl that killed herself down here and another that had come close I had to stay in control of me, if not the shitty situation I was in; no, the shitty situation that WE were in. 'Problem solve you fuckhead,' I snarled at myself as I walke...
This is the conclusion of this series. As with chapters two and three, it continues where the previous chapter ended. Therefore, the reader needs to read chapters 1-3 before reading this chapter. Saturday Morning - 7 am Realizing that her husband would sleep until eight thirty or nine, Debbie skipped down the stairs and into the kitchen, feeling good about...
Chapter 3 - Good dates. Bad prospect Edie also was the next girl to get a 'date' based on passing out our business cards to about thirty limousine drivers she talked to at the airport -- 'Sensations' on one side, and her first name and cellphone number on the other. She thought it might be a long shot, but one day not soon after she got a call. "Hello, is...
Elaine was late again. I sat, aimlessly twirling the red straw through the dregs of the White Russian I had ordered, feeling wealthier than I was. Subsequently, I now wondered if Elaine would get drunk enough to pick up the tab, and if that was the case, should I order another? Down at the end of the bar, a handsome man sat with whisky or scotch or some othe...
Donna's toes felt so good, but she was right. I needed to slow down. It was shaping up to be like our discussions when we she was in the woman superior position. Only this time she was on her back and I was the one theoretically in charge my climax. The conversation would last only as long as I could. Donna began, "After our dinner where he told me about i...
Chapter Twelve: Another Play Day Work Day at Our Studio. I arrive at my studio dressed for another day of fun and exciting dominatrix work. I park my "Plum Crazy Girl." step out in my red leather thigh high boots over my black sheer pantyhose. On my feminine looking body is a red leather form fitted mini dress with loose pleated, A-line skirt barely coverin...
From a sexual perspective, what follows is a rags to riches story. My name is Mike Lewis. I'm a forty five year old recently divorced retiree. It's a mouthful isn't it? I'm sure to a lot of men my age, that description sounds pretty good. And heck, by the time I actually fit that description, my life was already on the rise. Two years ago, my Wife, Naomi, w...
Thank you for reading. Votes, feedback and emails are appreciated. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Part of her almost missed the days when smoke would hang in the air like a protective fog by this time of night. The jukebox was still playing softly from a patron who'd dropped too many quarters in it before closing time. She was boxing up empty be...
Jennifer had always wanted to live out in the countryside, away from the hustle and bustle of city life. She often dreamed of sitting on the veranda of a homestead, looking down into the valleys on late afternoons when the cool breeze would refresh the land. She had discussed this with her husband on many occasions, only to be told "You're dreaming, girl....