CHAPTER THREE: The FINAL REHEARSAL When it arrived, Wednesday was hot and sunny. The journey to work was a nightmare. Every girl I saw on the train journey into work seemed to scream "touch my legs please". The skirts were short, the heels were high, and the legs were universally bare. True, some were browner, or more slender and shapely than others, but th...
"What have you been up to?" you ask with a smile as I quietly let myself into your office. "Lunching... nothing extravagant... a simple sandwich, sided with chips and pickles." "That's something you still haven't done for me." "What's that? Fix a lunch for you?" "No Darlin'....eat a dill pickle while I watch," you say, a hungry look in your eye that beli...
Note: This story is the seventh installment in a series entitled "Brenda and Bobby" . If you have not read the first six episodes of this series, I strongly recommend that you do so before beginning this episode. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these stories, I strongly reco...
Want to personalize this story? Cut and paste it to a word processing program in your computer (just make sure it is somewhere safe), and use the "Find and Replace" feature to change the names to anything you like. * Doug and Kelly moved in across the street a few months ago. We are in the country, so they were about a half mile away, but we went to greet...
The Party ========= We both knew the party might turn out wild. I couldn't help glancing at you from time to time in the car as we drove over there. You were using the best outfit to show off your assets: short thin skirt, the wavy kind that spins out if you twirl on the dance floor, nice shoes, not too high, so your legs look their best. Added to the ense...
A little over a year ago a colleague of mine passed away. At his wake, I was standing in the receiving line waiting to offer my condolences to his widow, Carol. Carol is a thin, attractive, seventy year old woman with long blond hair and I'm ten years her senior. In the line in front of me was a younger man maybe sixty years of age. He had no female compani...
It was great news that Julie and I were going to be on the same work schedule. This allowed us to see each other during the week and my mother still worked nights so we had free run of the house on weeknights. Using the guise that we were going out to eat, Julie would stop by after work and usually we were in bed within minutes of her arrival. I was eating,...
When we moved into the condo complex, we had no idea what to expect. Our old house had been sold, but the new one wouldn't finish being built for about six months, and we had to live somewhere. So, in we moved. Each night when I returned from work, I parked my locksmith's van in our numbered space and retired to our unit. When my wife arrived home from her j...
1. All characters are 18+ 2. No characters resemble real people 3. Enjoy the fiction ---- CHAPTER 10 ---- Serena had me call Frank. When he answered, I told him who I was. "I'm calling to invite you to see the show on Sunday. Serena wants you to see it." "Really? She said that?" he asked. "Yes. She also wants to have dinner with you Sunday night."...
Clarkdale College is a very progressive and liberal university, historically women's-only, and the student body is still predominantly rich, white and female. The administration discussed how to address the persistence of racial privilege and economic elitism through affirmative action, but decided instead to try a bold new experiment. Affirmative action wou...