Chapter 2 (Welcome to PeopleCo) Janet and I walked across the beach house's courtyard, towards a double door leading inside. As we passed into and out of various shaded, then sunny areas in the courtyard, the sun would reflect deeply in her well-oiled skin, and glint brightly off of occasional beads of sweat caused by the afternoon heat. Many of these beads...
My name is Richard Singleton, aged 45 and I run the City Council's housing department. I am 5' 9" tall and comfortably built although it would not take too much exercise to get me into more youthful trim. There is no regular female companion in my life but half a dozen married women welcome me into their arms on a casual if irregular basis. Apart from that,...
"It's been a long time," she said uncertainly, as she rubbed her hands nervously along her thighs. "I mean, the divorce was five years ago, and we separated a year before that." "It doesn't matter to me. The only question is, are you going to let it matter to you?" I kept my voice low, and held my gaze steady. I wanted to make sure that this was something s...
As Professor Zimmerman wove his way between the desks of my College Algebra class, handing back the first real test I had taken since I started at the university, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach turning into anxiety, then fear, and finally outright panic. I knew I shouldn’t have partied so hard the night before the exam. Taking that test with a ha...
"Elizabeth, are you quite alright? You seem...unwell." Edward's voice broke what had been a long, awkward silence, in which I had pointedly avoided eye contact with him while I attempted to gain some semblance of composure. I found his tone a little patronizing, giving that he had to have known that I was uncomfortable; he was the reason for my unease. This...
I wasn't sure what category to put this story in. This is a story where a number of murders take place. In other words, this is a 'Who done it?' type of story. You may not want to read this story if you don't like this kind. A special 'Thank You' to my friend Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. Chapter 1: 'It was a dark and st...
When Jim finally woke up the next morning he lay in bed and reflected on what had happened since the night they went to the club with Lynn. He had rarely, if ever, seen Traci as horny as she had been when they got home last night. In a few crazy weeks he and Traci went from occasionally talking dirty about having a three-way fuck to mutually masturbating wit...
I sat at the small round table outside the mall coffee shop, sipping caffeinated froth and chatting with my wife, Dina, and Ted and Cheryl. We ran into the couple while running weekend errands and decided to catch up with each other's news after not having seen each other for an unusually long two months. We made a good-looking foursome in a shabby-Saturday...
Author's note: A submissive is made; not born. She begins as raw metal that is made malleable through forging heat of her sexual experiences; hammered into the desired shape by her dominant men; and then tempered to the desired degree of willing compliance. In this is the first installment of a five-part series, Lei, a naïve Japanese-American high school sen...
Her fear was palpable, her panic near-animalistic. Kelsea clung to Roland's arm with a drowning man's grip, her palpitating breath and wide eyes speaking to the unqualified dread that the hooded figure standing amongst the crowd of ecstatic parishioners instilled in her. He's here! She cried in his head. He's here! Oh merciful Gods, keep me safe! Maybe the...