My body was begging for release even before I woke up. My nipples were hard, my pussy wet but I didn't have time to take care of myself. I had been out late again. College football and drinks with the boys at one of our favorite neighborhood bars. I barely had enough time to shower and wash the bar stench of cigarettes and spilled beer from my body. I race...
I was born and raised in New York City. Lived here all my life – well, I went off to Berkeley for college, but I couldn't wait to get back. Things out in California just never seemed real, somehow. As for the Gotham-brand of unreality, I missed the worst of it, mostly. Too young for the disco-era gilded age, too poor (and in the wrong business) for Wolf of...
I had never been to Japan before but I had always wanted to go. I finally met my chance through my work. I'm a jewelry consultant that deals in international trade imports on jewelry from around the world but specialty had always been Europe and the Caribbean. Our company became aware of a new and growing line in Japan; my peers and I are stretched like jobs...
My closest girlfriend — the only person besides myself who knew some of the surreptitious details — asked me what possible reason I had in seeing a married man. "You're playing with fire, girl," said Stephanie, a woman I met in high school and whose friendship I treasure years later. "It can only lead to trouble! Trouble, with a Capital T." Steph didn't...
Ian watched, fascinated, his eyes glued to the perfection that walked in front of him. He had been making his way casually along the street when the long, blonde haired girl had strode purposefully past him. She wore a flared, wide pleated floral mini-skirt that was so short that every third step or so as the hem bounced with her movement, the barest glimpse...
She stepped onto the platform and looked around, it was quiet and deserted as most stations are at midnight only party goers and late workers are using the tube at this hour usually. She stood looking at the information bar that indicated that the next Central line train was due in 3 minutes and heading out to West Ruislip. That's my train she thought to he...
The story I am about to tell could only have taken place in Britain in the romantic days of rail travel. In those days there were still real trains hauled by steam locomotives. The only pantyhose were the so-called tights worn by women playing male roles in pantomime. Women normally wore fully-fashioned stockings and held them up with suspenders, which I dis...
It was a rainy nasty day. There was a deep seeping chill in the air making it a foul day to stand and wait for a bus. There was no way to hail a cab, which was actually empty, in less than ten minutes without getting soaked by the downpour. This was not Eric's day. He was late for a meeting uptown and the rain was making him choose the number 4 express tra...
He was travelling by train which was almost empty, trying to mentally distance himself from his job as an executive at an advertising agency that involved endless presentations, meetings, negotiations and deadlines. Initially it was a stroke of luck if he got to spend weekends with his friends but after a few drunken nights that too proved to be dreary. Bein...
As she reached to grab her bags and walk out the door, she couldn't help but pause. She ran back to the bedroom to check the mirror one more time. She looked at herself critically. The dress seemed much too short. It clung just a bit too tightly around her belly. She tried to adjust it again. She felt the desperate urge to take it off, to change into the jea...