It was Monday night and I was running late for an evening work event. I hadn't had a haircut in over 2 months so my hair was a little out of control. I saw a small salon and decided to see if I could get a quick haircut. When I went in there was only one stylist and she was working on someone. It seemed like they were closing. I was about to walk out when th...
I'm a quiet, shy woman who is lucky enough to find a man who really gets me. Chris loves my long straight hair and pudgy body. We live together and are very happy. Chris was working a little late, so I was to meet him at the office, and then we'd go out for dinner. I got myself presentable and left to meet him. It wasn't a far walk and it was a beautiful...
I didn't go into work Valentine's Day expecting to fall in love. Hell, I didn't go in that day expecting to get laid either for that matter! If I'd known, I probably would have at least taken the time to shave. But, you know how it works, these things just have a funny way of sneaking up on you. Yeah, yeah... I'd had something of a crush on Carla for a long...
I've had a crush on the hairstylist I go to since my first appointment. Over the fifteen years I've been going, I've seen her age gracefully. She's now fifty-two years old but she doesn't look a day over forty. Her name is Sherry and she stands about 5' 4". Her figure still looks as sexy to me as it did fifteen years earlier. Her most attractive feature is h...
These confessions -- there will be a price to pay for them, somewhere down the line, I suppose. Maybe a future husband, a future employer, a future son or daughter will come across them and think differently of me, look at me in a different light, believe me to be deranged or sick. This is the kind of thing that I've been thinking since writing and submittin...
There's an old adage that goes-if you can't afford to lose, you can't afford to bet. I've always thought that statement spoke the truth, so I've avoided gambling unless it's a sure thing. I'm a world-class three-cushion billiard player, but because the sport is so obscure, most of my friends and neighbors aren't aware of my talent. It was a wintry Friday ni...
This is a short little addition to my series. Hopefully I will get a better chapter up soon. Hope you enjoy and I love feedback. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sara woke up alone. Nate had left in the middle of the night without a word. She dragged herself out of bed and took a hot shower, getting ready for work. She brushed out her hair and dayd...
Mistress Lucy looked like hell on heels to Martin Prince. The diminutive Chinese Dominatrix was wearing her highest pair of black, high-heeled boots and was striding towards him with evil intentions. Martin, an overweight solicitor in his mid fifties, was totally defenceless, his hands cuffed behind his back, a ball gag rammed in his mouth, on his knees invi...
Chapter 19 Frankie Goes to West Hollywood Sometimes, like a Ritalin-deprived preschooler wired on Count Chocula, love sneaks up behind you and bites you on the ass. Or something close to love, anyway. It's not always easy to figure out what exactly that emotion is. Cherie Jaffe lived in a gated mansion in Belair, and also in a beach house in Malibu, becaus...
Chapter 7 - November 1 Amy expected to quietly slip into the apartment and into her own room. She would have to sleep on her stomach. She would have to figure out how to get the temporary tattoos off before Suzanne saw them. She needed to figure out an explanation for her hair. Most of all, she needed to figure out an explanation for the dark red marks on h...