Jillian had a man. He was a perfectly good man: older by 10 years, kind, hardworking and good to the kids. Their life together was good; they'd been together 12 years and she loved him as much as always. In bed, she did her duties and he did his, once a week, usually Thursday nights after WWE Smackdown, when Jerry would have a few beers and come to bed in th...
I work in a bed shop. I won't tell you which one, but I'll say it's quite well-known, and has some 'z's in its name. I've worked here for nearly three years, since I finished my A-levels, and I'm going to be promoted soon. The pay's okay, and I get a bonus every time I sell one of the more expensive beds. I'm the best saleswoman here. Melissa, the head of sa...
She's demure. Or at least she thinks of herself that way. Demure Susan. Always modest. No, not always. Usually. No, not even usually, since she's only modest in public. Her public persona. In private, in her mind, she's a wild thing. Or a wannabee wild thing. Super-ridiculous. * * * Six years married, the charm of it gone, now nothing but work, have lunch,...
All Characters are over 18. The first part got wayy more views than I ever imagined so I decided to continue ;) Thank you *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. Memories from Part 1 "Good girl. See you again next week, same time" He squeezed James' bottom in his hand. "Yes Daddy" The Crush James couldn't stop thinking of what happened that d...
Several years ago, while I was in Memphis on a business trip, I decided to visit an adult theater after reading about incidents in an alternative newspaper. Decked out in khaki cargo shorts, loafers and a polo shirt, I left my hotel in the general direction of the airport. I found the address of the adult bookstore/theater and parked the rental car near the...
Jen sat in her seat in the movie theater, obviously pissed off. She was frustrated because all day long she had walked around the mall, and all day long guys from the nearby military base had been hitting on her. You couldn't really blame them, but she didn't care. She was tired of it. I just hope that no army guys try to sit next to me in here, she thought,...
You're playing hookey when you should be at work, dressed very carefully for the occasion: skirt a bit shorter, heels a bit higher, blouse a bit tighter than you usually wear to the office, but nothing to arouse suspicion. A tiny silken wisp of a thong, or perhaps no panties at all. Your pulse racing as you drive to the dollar movies, buy a ticket for the ma...
I dropped my note onto my desk and settled into the very comfortable red seat in the lecture hall. My boyfriend Victor sat next to me fiddling with his phone - probably texting one of his 1000 friends on Facebook. I rolled my eyes at him and nudged him to get his attention. The class hadn't started yet as the professor was late and I was getting seriously bo...
The sun was closer to rising than setting, and their conversation had drifted as the evening progressed: casual banter shifting to jokes and friends, then relationships, then lovers and exploits. The later it got, the more they wanted to share. They were laying in their beds when the witching hour struck, giddy with exhaustion and excitement for the newfou...
Disclaimer: This one is much shorter, and it doesn't go very far. But I've sat on probably six or seven versions of this story over the past few years, never releasing any of them. I'm unhappy with how "Arthur" was written, so I've tried to rewrite that unsuccessfully, and as many drafts of follow-ups as I've tried to write, I'm not all that happy with those...