“Greg, what are you doing?” The familiar voice on the other end of the telephone belonged to my next door neighbours’ daughter, Kate. “Hi Princess! Not very much at the moment.” Which, despite my pleasure at hearing from her, was kind of depressing. I was a contract database programmer working from home and I liked to be busy. I had just finished one job an...
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I'm standing in my socks, bra, and panties, looking at my closet like a fifteen-year-old girl on the first day of high school. For the last decade of my life, I've had two types of outfits; my uniform, and slut ware. Now I'm supposed to show up in a suit with short heels like a professional? I have only a few items that almost work, and they're for funerals....
We have been together for a little over a year and a half, but it feels like our whole lives. We have been intimate since the beginning and for about a year we have been skimming the waters of bondage. We have co-written this story for everyone to enjoy. It is based on true events in acting out a fantasy. The first instance of bondage occurred during Spring...
Chapter Two - Not Tonight Cowboy Adele opened the door to her apartment and put down her handbag and keys on the hall table. She took an envelope out of her handbag and placed it on the table. It was late, after eleven in the evening, Adele always worked late. She noticed that her bedroom door was ajar and a beam of light spilled into the hallway. Adele st...
The next morning, the pair woke up almost simultaneously, cuddled a bit more, and then got ready for breakfast. They drifted into the kitchen together, holding hands. Seeing Melody at the small table drinking some coffee, they abruptly let go of each other's hand, a sudden spasm of embarrassment coming over them. She smiled at that. "You can hold hands all...
Chapter 8: The Last Piece of Evidence Every year on Memorial Day Marsha and I host our first cook out of the year. We invite a few neighbors and friends from work over and have a few drinks and burn some steaks on the grill. When Marsha suggested that we invite Chilly and Leon this year I almost said no but thought better of it. I had no reason I could give...
"Thump...thump...thump." My fingers tapped out a steady rhythm, which was muffled by the heavy white tablecloth. My eyes took in the expensive restaurant; crystal wine glasses, intricate silver ware, along with hand-carved figures decorating the walls in rich mahogany wood. I had already been to the bathroom where instead of stalls, separate little bathrooms...
The start of this story is set in the 1970s, i.e. before email etc * * * * * * * * * "You've got to help me Diane. You're my sister, if you won't help me no one else will." There was a wild, desperate edge to Mark's voice and I bit my lip in concern. He was five years younger than me and I'd always kept an eye out for him. At first it had just been childi...
Normal life doesn't prepare you to deal with this kind of situation. Even with the most damning evidence of my wife cheating with one of our closest friends, seeing the 'deed' on video tape, even having watched most of the affair develop in front of my eyes, I wasn't sure what I should do. I couldn't bring myself to hate her, but I sure as hell wasn't happy....