Our company was experiencing a sudden boom in business, and my already 50 hour weeks were quickly turning into 60 plus. I felt like I lived at my desk, my office full of items brought from home. pillows, a blanket, radio. almost everything I needed to make my stay more comfortable. I was feeling the stress of the past week, and you immediately recognized my...
From the kitchen, Jess could hear the front door slam shut. Her husband, Don, had just arrived home from a long day at work. They didn't have any children, but with 30 years old creeping up on the both of them, they were currently "trying" to have children. Their "nine to five" jobs did more than pay the bills, and money was never an issue in their everyday...
Dr. Fred James continued working at his desk while Mrs. Daisy Blanding slept. She had endured an expertly administered super-orgasming that hovered somewhere between forced and voluntary, and was taking a well earned rest in the doctor's office. Daisy awoke in no more than fifteen minutes, but the after effects of a gentle sleep following the deepest and l...
I didn't hear her come out of the bathroom and enter my study. I was too focused on what I was writing. After working with Jay on the software design through a week and weekend filled with nights which stretched into mornings, I badly needed something to relieve the stress. Not only the stress from getting this document done, but with working with Jay. Not t...
Sarani walked through the door, stress and fatigue showing in every line of her body. She gave me a weary smile as she set down her briefcase and purse, and one step brought her into my arms. I held her tightly, and she clung to me. With a sigh, she said, "Coming home to you makes everything bearable, Robert," as she sank into the embrace. My hand stroked up...
As you arrive home you see a solid white candle sitting on the doorstep, its been lit and its glow emphasises the envelope propped against it. Its bright red and they've both been there a while, a few drops of white wax almost cover the name "Ben" written on the front. You smile as you recognise the handwriting as mine, instantly wondering what it is I'm up...
0.Chapter 1 Part 1 I've been an unlicensed masseur for a number of years. I offer my services by word of mouth or by options such as Craigslist. I have a natural affinity for it, and I've always found it enjoyable to help someone feel better. Naturally, there are some clients that expect more than just a massage, and there are some clients that are not hap...
To anybody work is the same thing. You go, you work, you leave, you get paid. The same monotonous tasks set before you day after day. That's fine with me, getting paid for doing something that doesn't bother you is probably the best job in the world. To me it just got better than just getting paid. It was any other Sunday workday. Go down to my little cave...
~Chapter 1 Eliza awoke with a groan, everything hurt, from her tender bum to her sore throat and everything in between. Matters weren't made any better with just how filthy, heavy, and nauseated she felt. She groaned, tried to sit-up, and immediately regretted it as the world began to spin about her. She fell onto her back with a groan, waited a moment, and...
Prelude: For several months Carrie had been talking about her desire to submit her body to a rigorous training program. Throughout the time that I had known her, it was clear to me that she derived an erotic thrill from having her body pushed to its limits, even when that entailed considerable physical stress and occasional pain. In order to satisfy her crav...