A steady stream of cars left the car park; she had lost count of how many. People glanced at her; some were women with their husbands/partners whose looks could have turned her to stone. Others were men alone; one actually stopped and asked her how much she charged. The driver wasn’t too happy when she refused to haggle over the price of a blow-job and sped...
Victoria and Poppie decided to go thrift store shopping on a Saturday morning.They took Poppie's car, an old baby blue 1974 Mustang that was fashionably falling apart, parking it on the street in front of the Salvation Army. "I hope I can find something that looks good for people with no boobs" Victoria said to her new younger friend as they got out of the...
The game was over on TV, and the latest loss for Brad's team sure didn't help his mood any. His fatherly duties had also called him away frequently, so he had mercifully missed seeing the most cringe-inducing plays. But now the kids had gone off to play with friends and he had his laptop out on the table again. He was anxiously checking his email every few...
She sat on the wooden stool in the bar brooding over a glass of gin with a twist of lime. Belle was past angry. Trent had really pissed her off in his texts. She was trying to be serious about him being so polite to her needs, but he would never say what he needed. She longed for him to say what he desired. She typed, "I don't want a chameleon who changes...
My ex always had a fantasy about me, and sadly we never got to fulfill it while we were married. I probably wouldn't have thought about doing it afterwards, but one night as we sat at her place chatting, it came to mind. She'd just propositioned me; that wasn't unusual. I guess today you could call us fuck buddies. She was a bit surprised when I turned h...
This is one of my first fictional works and may not be great in the eyes of others. I’m willing to learn but from the perspective of women and women only. Since I cannot claim to know what lies in the minds women…especially the dominant woman, I cannot effectively provide the best written stories. I seek feedback from ALL women, but greatly encourage opinion...
The store is quiet just as it should be, a few people milling around the aisles those that are there talking in hushed voices. I stand looking through the graphic novels amazed by the selection available, the wonders of the American stores still a great fascination to me even after the month or so I have been there. I see you have moved over from the poetry...
Richard was drunk again. Anymore that seemed to be the pattern when Jo visited on the weekends. They would have wonderful days experiencing the city, dinner at any one of Portland's best restaurants, but then one glass of wine would turn into a bottle which in turn became two or three more. And there she would be at the end of the night, on her stomach with...
I have to premise this story by stating that my wife is, and has historically been, shy when it comes to revealing her body – whether it be how she dresses or how she carries herself in the company of others. Simply put, she is not an exhibitionist...at least not until a recent trip to the beach. Typically, she covers her natural assets completely, although...
One Friday night, we were leaving our local bowling alley where we bowled in a couple's league. We saw a man walking on the sidewalk and realized it was Ron, a life long friend of mine. We normally bowl with Ron and his wife, but they had not shown up this week. We asked why he and his wife had shown up for league night. Then we saw that Ron was about in t...