I hate it when Ray Doyle involves other people in my tasks. He told me that he had talked about me to a Professor Burbidge who works in the medical faculty and the prof wanted to meet me. I get the impression that Ray enjoys talking about me to his colleagues which raises the possibility that half the staff at the university know all about me and when they p...
“This economy SUCKS!” I slapped a folder down on my desk in disgust. My secretary, Vicki, watched me from across the office. “We’re down thirty percent from last year at this time and things are not looking up.” She sat motionless in her chair that she used to take memos and letters from me. She held her steno pad across her breast and watched my every move,...
They had been at the beach house for two days. Michael knew this because he counted the minutes and hours. He tortured himself now watching Isla in a pair of too short denim shorts that allowed that damn red bikini to peak from beneath it. He sat in a lounger watching Isla and Ryan as they played at the water's edge. He laughed at Ryan's attempt at bravery w...
This is pure fantasy and nothing else. To all those people who sometimes moan at me about stuff I write, go away. I have tried several editors to read my stories but none get back to me. If I waited for a reply I would still be on my first story and be totally deflated. I write because I know none of these stories would ever be true, it's good to dream thoug...
It was long-time dream of mine to be a sports journalist, but for the most part, it's been one big bust. I've had every crappy job for every crappy paper you can think of, and my current status isn't much better than where I started almost ten years ago. Most recently, I took on a job writing for the New York Ledger. Unfortunately for me, this is not one o...
"Your speed is remarkable." Renwa flipped through the stack of papers. Zelinnia stretched. "It's not all that difficult. But if I explained how I did it, I'd just give you a headache." He tugged back the edge of her dress and kissed her shoulder. "It's a little late for explanations anyway." "I'm not certain Jordan approves." Renwa slipped a hand down...
There's nothing better than fucking a married woman. Nothing. The chase, the struggle to do the right thing and giving in to the wrong thing, the secrets and danger: nothing makes me feel more alive. Whenever I met a married woman at work, at Barnes & Noble, I sized them up as to fuckability. None had interested me until she arrived. She became cafe manager...
This is a collaboration story between me and my friend Black Velvet. Sara belongs to Black Velvet while Matt and Simon belong to me. All written text and characters are copyrighted and may not be used without permission. This story will contain boy/girl, girl/girl, boy/boy, and threesome sexual content. Some chapters may not contain any sexual content. In wh...
It's been almost a year an a half since my "First REAL punishment" from hubby. Since that day we have made a few small changes in the basics of our relationship. Yes, we have always "played" at spanking strictly for sexual purposes, that fateful day 1 ½ years ago changed a bit of how we interact with one another. As difficult as it was for both us, we also r...
It was Friday evening around 6:00 PM. I left work early and was now home from the nail salon. I was getting ready for our annual office Christmas party. It was in a hotel ballroom. The same as previous years, it was just for employees and some vendors, no spouses or guests. There would be around 50-60 people and the mix would be approximately two thirds guys...