The following is a true story that happened to yours truly, the author. It was quite a nightmare, but by actually writing about it I think that I can get over the trauma. Read the note to you at the end. I came home to find my electricity had just clicked off. Upstairs, my computer, source of joy in my small life, beeped pitifully as the back-up power strug...
The other side of the coin Unfortunately Dima found me and with a snap of his finger indicated that I should follow him back upstairs. His charm seemed to have been left behind in the previous year and he was very drunk. My goose bumps had risen again and this time it was not the cold. The maids had been joined in the lobby by several doormen and several o...
Jack was always late for work. He hated his Boss, the Big Bitch as he liked to call her, with big tits who wore tight pencil skirts. She always got what she wanted, especially from Jack, an average loser working a full time office job and catering to her needs all day. Jack knew if he was late again he was fucked. He usually stopped at Starbucks to get them...
It’s springtime, the birds are chirping, the bees are buzzing, time for love thought Fran to herself as she looked out the kitchen window and saw that her man was busy tinkering with the truck. She then laughed to herself. “Damn girl, you got sex on the brain” she told herself. Since they had moved in together, they made love so often that it wasn’t so mu...
I kneel at your feet, my hands on your knees, and slowly spread your legs. Your beautiful cock nestles there above your balls, flaccid and flopped to one side, recumbent. As you reflect on what I'm about to do, it stirs slowly, awakening, extending ever so slightly, the head of it emerging from its thick hood of skin. I contemplate how it looks like a large...
Ch 2 – Toying with the Mouse Helen's answering machine had half a dozen messages on it when she got home. Most were from her father, "Miss you. Please call. We need to talk. I have something important to tell you." "Yeah, right, Dad," she answered. She had no desire to talk to the man. He had walked out on her, hadn't found the time to be there while she w...
Once we're back in the room and I hear the door shut behind us, I slowly open my eyes. After what we've just done, in an elevator of all places, the room somehow looks surprisingly normal. I walk into the room and catch sight of myself in the mirror. Big mistake. Shirt wide open and breasts full on display, horribly wrinkled skirt still bunched up some in ba...
I was leaning against the steel railing that was hugging the foot path. I was facing the sun. Enjoying its warmth but also topping up the color on my sun tanned skin. My sleeveless yellow top had a modest scooped neck and hung loosely down to my waist. The ultra-short sparkly grey mini skirt barely got to mid-thigh. I had the heel of one of my high-heels hoo...
Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. Charles Dickens: "The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again." + + + + My doctor's words still echoed in my mind as I was driven home. "Sit on your hands. Take it easy. Nothing stressful. Walk, but don't p...
Two hours later, and Millard was a changed man. John was nearly catatonic from what she'd put them through. Millard stood in the middle of the room, his entire body shaved from the head down, tears leaking from his eyes as he looked at the outfits Yvette had laid out for him. He was hoarse from protesting, but not once had he used his safe word; he couldn't...