I worked with Karen, a petite Jewish blonde. She was part of a clique of always hungover party girls who worked at the mortgage banking office where I worked. Most of them shuffled paper in the back office, but she was as smart as she was cute and ran the PR team. One weeknight, we carpooled to Riverside, where we ran a small seminar for customers, then I t...
"We are slaves to our own life styles." Kevin was not really listening to Professor Wexley as she started out the first day of class in Sociology 101. For Kevin this was a brand new experience, and an uncomfortable one at that. He was quite observant, as he looked around the classroom. It was pretty large; it was set in a semi-circle with about 30 rows of se...
The days after the public exhibition I made for Chris were very confusing to me. Not only was I upset about the way this whole thing was going, with him seemingly able to exert absolute control over me, but even more than that was the way I was responding to it. If I had gotten any special sensation about being fondled in semi-public with him the first time...
This was written with the help and guidance of my favorite author LeasaJ. When Kristen Richardson got home after sucking off the old school janitor, Leroy, she found herself a mess. There was cum all over the front of her dress and her hair was sticky with it. Poor Kristen was still frightened and confused by her whore-like behavior with the old Black. Ho...
Six months ago ... "I'm leaving now, Bob," Sue called out as she left. "I'll be back in a couple hours." Bob waited until he heard the garage door close before going to their bedroom. He looked through Sue's underwear drawer before deciding on a sexy pair from Victoria Secrets. Walking down the hall, he opened the browser to a favorite porn site as he stri...
She woke up slowly, with last nights drinking taking its toll, rolled on her side to touch him. His space was empty. His pillow cold beneath her fingertips and she felt the sharp pang of disappointment. Bobbie ran her hand across his pillow, "hmm," breathing in his after shave when her fingers ran across something out of place. It was a small business card...
Debbie stepped out of her car and walked up the driveway to her Master's house. She knew he was waiting for her. She stood in front of his front door shaking, her stomach churning with a mixture of fear and excitement. Her heart was beating so fast she began to feel light-headed. Her friend had asked her several times throughout the morning if she was sure t...
This story was written by me for a lovely Canadian lady to give as a gift to her lover. The story is based on their real life relationship. * The day started out with a blustery snowstorm coming in from the North. Living in Canada this was a natural occurrence for late December, but this one was not your typical winter snowfall. Six inches of the wintry fl...
They walked into the darkened lobby at about one in the morning, he leading her by the hand. As the doors closed behind them, they made straight for the elevator bank, crossing the dimly-lit open space as quickly as possible. After jabbing the button for the fifteenth floor, they quickly wrapped their arms around one another and spent the whole trip up in a...
The door opened crashing into the wall as Jay entered the shop. He was late again for his shift and he knew he was going to be in trouble this time. This was the third time this week and the boss would not be too happy with him. It wasn't his fault the buses were late but it was his fault he had over slept meaning he had to catch the later bus. Hoping tonigh...