The a-board on the street read, 'Unisex Hairdressing Salon.' John walked past it, and down the narrow alley to where an open door led up a flight of stairs. There, at the top of the stairs, was the salon. "Hi Angie!" He called out as he went through the door, holding his arms wide to embrace his red haired friend. They kissed long, and with tongue wrestling...
Thanks to TexanCowgirl for her editorial contribution. * I am a thirty-five year old male and I have been going to this particular hair salon in my town to get a haircut and shampoo for the last five years. My stylist's name is Alicia and all the time I have known her she has been married with one child. Alicia is about thirty years old and looks great. J...
I co-own a salon about five miles away from the air base. It is a cute little salon and my business partner and I try very hard to make customer service our priority. We get a lot of the air force and their families in the salon as we offer them pricing at the same rates that the base charges it helps to keep us busy and we do a good volume of clients, even...
solemnly, i slowly open the thick, wooden door and peer through the dimly lit room. it is just as i had expected. i enter slowly, almost with a resignation. as i walk barefoot into the room, i know what is to come. i am not greeted, and though i am examined by hunting, darting eyes, no one moves toward me. the room is large, perhaps the great room of a gothi...
Author's Intro. This is the fourth installment of the continuing story of Michael and Diane. As with all my stories, all characters are over 18 and consenting adults. To appreciate the following, you really should read the previous three chapters. There is a dynamic backstory to their circumstances and how they came together. Thanks to all those who have...
Lydia stood in front of her sink full of dirty dishes. "God I miss a dishwasher." She thought. She was tired and cranky. Hilary had been even more demanding than usual. It was like children have a sixth sense about sensing a bad day and pushing the limits. Lydia had taken all she could then finally decided to send her to bed early. She did the dishes in a tr...
Batgirl's long leg wrapped around the last henchman's knee. She slammed her shoulder into his chest knocking him back into craps table. There was a crash as his head hit the edge, knocking him cold. Four more of the Riddler's local thugs were down, bruised, and being bound by security after tangling with the young vigilante. Las Vegas was far from Barbara G...
I looked like a reject from the '70s. Not a hippy, more like a glam rocker with long, wild, black and grey hair. Down to the shoulders long, and it desperately needed fixing. Toni was sure she could cut it neatly, but I've watched my wife hack away at her beloved roses. I was terrified I'd lose an ear. When the Government announced the latest COVID lockdown...
My head swam with thoughts of right and wrong, my son, and my husband as I looked intently into the eyes of a man as he pushed his hot stiff cock into my cunt. Returning my stare the man was grinning. Not a look of mere satisfaction but, a look of triumph. On my right my peripheral vision picked out my husbands face agape watching as the second man of a grou...
The kiss was Chianti-induced or maybe it was really vinyl-induced. "Beatles or Oasis?" he inquired lifting his smoky grey eyes to mine over his glass of Chianti. "Beatles, any day, any time," I answered as he slipped the pristine record from its sleeve and placed it on the record player. The Beatles always cleanse my soul. Everyone needs a little Beatles...