At five o'clock on a Wednesday afternoon, James was sitting at the bar looking at his empty glass head in his right hand, elbow planted onto the mahogany surface. He signals to the bartender for a refill of his trusty drink. A drink James felt so familiar with he has adopted it into his family and hence asks for it with the appropriate respect, Uncle Jack. T...
story inspired by an otherwise worthless bit of internet spam I am something of an old hack when it comes to internet dating. At least some of that expertise lies in my earlier days of blind dating, and my ability to turn even the worst situation into something positive. I am genuinely interested in people, and now that I've begun to make contacts through t...
I felt a hand tap my shoulder, followed by a female's voice: "Excuse me ... hi." Prior to my hearing those words, I was busy rubbing my handkerchief over my both lens of my glasses and even as I turned around to gaze at the female's face, all I saw momentarily was a blur -- an outline of a beautiful creature. It was made apparent to me when I returned my g...
G my one and only, may the games never end * "Hey you." We both typed at the same time, two words said to many but only holding that one special place, strange, but so true for me, a flush coming to my face, that almost cute feeling you get when someone you care so very much about is close by if not in body but in mind. "How is the sexiest woman on earth...
I had never thought too much about the cleaning ladies who came once a week to go over my apartment. I left their money before I went to work and, when I returned, things had been tidied up, the dishes washed and the carpets vacuum cleaned. Some were more conscientious than others; not that I was that bothered. I hardly saw them from one year to another; whe...
When the lights are off, there is no talking in the bed. If one were to speak to me, they would be met with either no response or a puzzled expression, the latter of which would be worse for it disrupts the mood. Instead, when we have sex, I would be able to tell what he was feeling by the vibrations that would transfer from his body to mine. My hand on his...
I awoke the next morning with a hangover and in a confused state – my cock was sore from the previous night's activities and I made my way to the shower. I had taken very great care when I refurbished the villa with all sorts of items and one of my favourites was the two showers which I had installed. They were massive cabinets big enough t practically lie...
The name is Penny O'Hara, and I'm a construction manager with Renard Engineering, a general contractor that does a lot of business in downtown Ottawa, Ontario. You don't see a lot of women working in construction, and you see even fewer in construction management. I was born in the town of Perth, Ontario, to a provincial police officer, Winston O'Hara, and a...
Feather Maid "You wanna lap-dance?" she asked. I looked in her eyes, then turned away so I didn't exhale my smoke in her face. She was a white girl, about 5'9" and in her late twenties. "How much?" I asked. "Twenty." I looked her body over. She was an hour past voluptuous on her way to cellulite city. I love women and all their imperfections, but if yo...
He arrived just before ten, pungent with cigarette smoke and the stale odor of sweat. "Oh no. This isn't going to work." I said, and promptly bundled him off to the bathroom. Once there, I ran the shower and began to unceremoniously strip him naked. He seemed shy and a bit awkward at having a man do this to him, but endured well enough. He knew what was ex...