"Uh stop staring at my ass." I felt my cheeks flush red as I looked up to see the ticket taker motioning for me to pay for the two tickets into the special exhibit. I had been staring at Alex's ass the entire time she had been standing in front of me in line. "And if you were a liberated woman you would pay for your own ticket... Now what do you have to say...
A light flurry of snow chased the three young women as they walked along the sidewalk, the surface gleaming wet from melted snow. Laughter and conversation followed them with people calling out cheerfully and drunkenly. Store fronts were well lit and busy, even this late at night and a Salvation Army volunteer called out for donations on seemingly every othe...
He looked up at the clock attached to the front of his small cubicle; only 15 minutes until 5 o'clock. He could hear the constant ringing of phones and the hum of countless personal computers, someone laughed from far off. Not much was attached to the grey cloth of his cubicle: the black and white clock which read a quarter until 5 and a couple of old inter-...
It's strange to be writing this story. I've written a number of stories that focused on the African continent but this one happened to a woman I met in the states. I had just spent 16 months in Nigeria working with British Petroleum but was transferred to New Orleans to explore for oil and gas for platform rigs. It was a Saturday afternoon when a friend and...
“Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?” (No Doubt’s song BATHWATER by G. Stefani, T. Kanal, T. Dumont) Gracie curled up close to her fiancé Matthew. She watched as he slept and smiled. She was blissfully happy. She was about to turn 22 and Matthew was 25. They had met two years ago in a small restaurant where Gracie had been waitressing to pay he...
It was the sound of running water from the next room that woke me. Stretching languorously, I became aware of the small aches and chafes I acquired through the night. A small blush crept up my neck as I heard him move about in the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and every now and then I would get a glimpse of him through it as he walked by completely n...
NOTE: All events in this story are fictitious and a work of sexual fantasy. The author of this piece has no relationship, personal or professional, with any of the celebrities mentioned. Fall was nearly here, but I could still feel that California sun beating down as it fell over the horizon. I could feel the sweat beading down my forehead as I approached...
Your life has been quite stressful lately, with exams ending and your parents divorce, but you finally found some time to relax and get away from your daily troubles. You decided to go camping this weekend, but everyone you wanted to invite was busy. This didn’t stop you from enjoying your personal time, however, so you chose to go alone.What's next? Male (...
The pavement was rough, the concrete of the walkway before the door was more-so. Her hands and knees gained many a small scrape that were unnoticed as her focus remained on the door ahead, and the hand that held the tether of her leash. He opened the door, pulled her through it, and continued in, allowing the door to close itself behind them. The bedroom was...
GOT CAUGHT"A" Some say if you don't get caught you're not doing it right. With that thought in mind here are a few short stories where we got caught. There are more. Still we never really go into trouble. Often just the opposite. INDIANA-----I'm picking a few Midwestern states where we've played our games. Yes, we got caught playing sex games many times...