'Jen!? Get in here.' It had been a bad morning and the afternoon didn't look like getting any better. The presentation I was working on just wasn't coming together. I needed to take a break and relieve the tension. In other words I needed to take out my annoyance on my office slut. Responding to my shout the intended reliever of my frustration tottered in...
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Where should I begin?? This is my first post and I am not sure how I should go about it but I feel like sharing some recent events that occurred in the past few months. A little bit about myself. My name is Jenna, I am 40, married with 2 kids. I am 5ft6in tall and weigh 130lbs. Brown hair in a bob haircut and brown eyes. Good curves where they are needed i...
Part II: Fantasy Becomes Reality Friday was by far the longest day I ever had. It seemed to go on forever. Marie who normally calls me at the office at least 3 times per day was no where to be found. She finally called at 4 PM and explained she was out shopping for some clothes and getting her hair done for the Bash at Maximes Club. "That outfit better be...
It was still quite warm and humid in Singapore as Fanshawe of Harris, Burton and Fanshawe got out of the taxi at the Raffles Hotel. It had been a long haul from the airport, not because of the distance, but the amount of traffic on the roads of such a relatively small island. He was expected, thank God and as he registered the Indian receptionist handed him...
Svetomir tapped his baton impatiently on the side of the large wooden music stand before him. Silence. He reveled in this moment, when all eyes were turned to him, bows poised, spindly fingers stretched on keys and strings, breaths held. And then, with the downbeat of his hands, the explosion of music. He lead them all; they hung on his every movement: from...
He awoke to hands pushing his head downward. Strong hands. Familiar hands. They were his wife's. He was surprised at how strong she had become while on the drugs. Her fat had melted away and even though she had maintained her "girlish figure" as she liked to call it, her muscles had developed a wiry strength that could not be denied. Almost four weeks had pa...
It was late eighties, 1989 to be precise. I was in my final year of School of Architecture. I used to stay in a small rented house close to the university. The house belonged to a friend of my dad, so the rent was more than reasonable. I was working at a architecture firm part time and at the end of the day, I had enough money to buy books, eat and watch a m...
Writer's Notes: Again I put in a bit of part 2 to help you catch up. Jon smiled at Brittany for a moment that said, "there are still the rumors." Brittany's friend asked, "What rumors?" He said, "the first one was explained already I think. It said that Brittany attended a lez orgy just before or just after we were married." Jane, "How was that explain...
This an experience which happened 10 years ago when I was studying for Masters in Business Administration course in an Indian University. I will narrate my experiences with only afew of the women at college that I remember. It was so long ago I might miss some details but I will try to mention as much as I can. During those 18 months, I had numerous affair...