Suki was looking at some dresses, when Susan came in. "Hello Suki." "Mrs. King." "You can call me Susan, you are not working." "Thank you Susan." "Special occasion." The Asian nodded, "Interview." "Did Caroline let you go? "It was time. "Work for me, "The black woman offered. "It's not what you think." Susan slapped her, "You think you're too good...
It's what they call 'a slow gym day,' when there are very few people using its facilities. My husband, John, and I had decided we'd use the hotel's fitness centre as it was raining outdoors and we don't do shopping in the rain. He was using the rowing machine and I was doing some weights after my time on the treadmill. As I started to push a slightly heavie...
You knock on my door. As we agreed you are wearing nothing but shoes and a long coat. The walk across the parking lot was scary, cold wind blowing the bottom of the coat up. You were afraid someone would see you. You don't say anything as I let you inside. As the door closes I give you a hug, and grab your wrists. I press you up against the door, roughly,...
Mandy has been under a lot of stress lately. Talking about it with one of her friends she's decides to go get a massage. So Mandy heads off to see a masseuse. When she gets to his studio she notices that there are candles and sweetly scented oils that ignite her senses. The masseuse introduces himself as Antonio and takes her to the room where he will massag...
The smoke from the cigarette and the jostick rose from the ashtray. It twisted round itself and floated past the lamp. The pink shade wafted a soft, warm light around the room, and a low, slow saxophone oozed from the stereo. Caesar was curled at the bottom corner of the bed. Near the heater. He stretched out one of his paws as far as he could, inspected...
9:00 Friday Night The pain raced behind her eyeballs like lightening bolts dancing across the sky. Each flash was brilliant in its presence and ever so immobilizing. Gritting her molars, Natasha tried to ignore the pain and the gathering thunderclouds in the sky as she half-halfheartedly reaches the medicine cabinet hoping for relief. Her reflection in the...
It was Friday. Two long weeks since Michael had last been under Laurie's control and teasing attentions. He had taken the day off and arrived at her house at mid-morning, letting himself in because she was at work. Carefully he followed the instructions she had left on the dining room table. His clothes and car keys were now securely locked in the cedar che...
Hans Kochmeier got out of the taxicab, brushing himself. Americans were so dirty! He paid the driver with a near grimace, and surveyed the house. "Cyrus Thibodeau, aged forty-four, journalist but with independent income from family trust." Hans smiled and shook his head. Another lazy, fat American. And from what Fanchon had told him, this man lived in a fil...
Abigail stood naked in the waist deep pool of warm water. The 19-year-old blonde watched as her jeans, T-shirt, underwear, shoes, and all the personal possessions she had had on her were put into a black drawstring trashbag and taken out of the stone chamber by a figure in a dark hooded robe. Three women, dressed only in swimsuits, attended to her; two vigor...
All participants in sexual activity described are/were 18 or older at the time. This is a true story. I've changed names and location details - you know. You don't have to believe it. ***** First, a little history. Luci and I were newlyweds. Married less than a year at this point. We lived in a multi-unit building on base at an American Army base in Germ...