I choose one of my absolutely fabulous red lipsticks-- I pick the one guaranteed stay on my lips, no matter what I do with my mouth! Of course, the advertising promos show the model drinking coffee, slipping a white shirt on over her head, etc. I wonder if the product has been field tested for the application I have planned for it. . . I decide it would no...
Katelynn is one of my most favorite Co-Workers. She is such a beautiful young woman who has the looks of an angel. Katelynn is a pencil thin blonde nineteen year old with a soft timid voice that is barely audible. I don't think she weighs any less then ninety eight pounds, but definitely no more than one hundred one pounds. She is so timid and frail lookin...
The room is dim, the glow of the monitor the only light. Her desk is littered with various papers, post-it notes and empty cans of Diet Coke. She stares intently at the monitor, her fingers typing furiously, pausing only to take a sip of her soda, or to light another cigarette. She pauses, getting up to stretch her back, the dim light coming off of the mon...
She had gritted her teeth, rolled her eyes, kicked the wall three times, and counted backwards from 100, but none of it was calming her nerves. It had been going on all night, and she couldn’t get it to stop. Her brand new molecular transfer unit, housed neatly in the corner of her room, was malfunctioning. Not just malfunctioning, but sending strangers into...
I still remember the first time I saw Emily. I was in grad school, walking from my almost non-existent office to my car. It was a typical early Spring day in North Carolina -- still a touch chilly, but sunny enough to remind you that Winter had breathed its last. Cutting across the quad, I saw the inevitable Ultimate Frisbee game: guys with their shirts of...
"I've been trying to show you over and over/Look at these, my child-bearing hips/Look at these, my ruby red ruby lips/Look at these, my work strong arms and/You've got to see my bottle full of charm...." I never sit down at my own parties, even on Valentine's Day. I need to be sure everyone else is happy. You finally catch me in the kitchen, simultaneously...
What's up, freaks and weirdoes? The name is Melanie Robillard, and I'm a young biracial woman living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. It's a tough commute to my school but rent is cheaper in Gatineau than in nearby Ottawa. I was born in the City of Montreal to a Haitian immigrant father and a white Canadian mother. Six feet tall, athletic, with light brown s...
Chapter three Heather and I sat naked on the step of the oversized Jacuzzi tub while our goddess bathed. We watched in awe as Cyntha slowly caressed every inch of her magnificent body. I felt the craving in my loins for her thick, luscious she meat. I smiled when Cyntha rose to allow us to rinse off the scented oils and soaps lathered over her perfect body....
My wife, Marie, and I were invited to an out of town wedding recently. We didn't know many of the guests, and like most weddings of this type, were seated with other out of town guests. After the usual introductions, friends of the bride or groom questions, comments on the meal (usually chicken!), and the like, we sat and socialized with the couple next to u...
Hi- this is my first submission. I will write more but please comment- feedback welcome! Sex will come but I'm not going to sacrifice at least some semblance of plot so I'm afraid you'll have to wait ;) subsequent sections will also be longer. E. *** Cassie bit her lip and looked down at the paving slabs as she hurried across the quad. She knew where ever...