Chapter Four The Next Valentine's Day "I'm ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille," said Monica haughtily leaning against the balustrade looking nothing like Gloria Swanson for whom she supposedly emulated. For one she was too tall and lithe, not the petite silent movie star. Secondly she was way too young. And, perhaps most importantly, she dressed in a sheer...
Six The trip to the spa a month ago had been memorable. She still wasn't sure who had gotten her off while she was motionless on the massage table. He had not spilled the beans, and was clearly enjoying toying with her about it. A return visit to interrogate Hiroko wasn't in the cards; that would certainly be awkward no matter what Hiroko's answer would be....
It's not like I was abused as a child. Maybe I was ignored at times by my dad more than any thing else. In other words, I think I had a normal child hood. I was shy and craved more attention than I got and when it was time for dating, all my friends had boyfriends and experiences long before I did. But the kind of attention I crave now, I can only attribute...
Over the next few weeks, any time I was hanging out with Sharon, she tried to get me in a couple of fights, including one at the gym where I worked and one at a party at her boyfriend's house. She'd tried to get me in a big fight with her boyfriend, but the funny thing was, none of her scheming ever amounted to any fighting. That's actually how I'd met her b...
This story involves a wife's infidelity - eventually. Without any repercussions. If you do not like these types of stories... Please move on to something you do like. However if such stories are something you can or do appreciate -- realizing they are mere fiction and fantasy -- please enjoy. This is probably the longest story I've written before the fun re...
Dave was happy as he strolled towards the local supermarket. He needed a few things to top up his stores and was trying to remember them all. It had started to rain about an hour ago and the pavers in front of the supermarket were slippery especially those that lay on a slope. As Dave took his time navigating through the shopping crowd he saw out of the co...
I had first met Bing some two years earlier. She was a co-worker and friend of my wife's and they both being Thai, had much in common. My wife left her position at that workplace and her relationship with Bing faded over the months, but I saw her pretty much every week. You see, Bing's main job and source of income was acting as a human billboard for a Thai...
After my first job posing for the college art class, Susan, the instructor, took me aside and told me that I needed to do some grooming. Apparently, I was a little too hairy down below. She gave me the name and phone number of someone that she has used in the past. I wasn't entirely new to grooming, and I thought that I did a pretty good job of keeping my sh...
Part I Tom felt bad, and stupid, for having let it slip to Vickey that he had paid massage therapists for hand jobs in the past. He honestly thought that this was not new news to her, but apparently it was. It didn't matter how long ago it had been, Vickey was livid and equated it to prostitution. "You paid for sex" was what she kept saying over and over. T...
Our love is deep and true; strong, and unbreakable. So many times our love has been challenged; but never has it been damaged; never has it been broken. Never will it be bent; never will it be broken. We may have begun as two individuals, but now we truly are one, inseparable, confident, comfortable, and safe in the knowledge that nothing has ever come betwe...