It was a relief to get off the grimy grey streets. I'd been pounding the baking asphalt for hours, wearing the already paper thin soles of my five dollar shoes into a fine mist. Now I was sat in the reception room of my latest client, a Major Benson, waiting for him to finish pounding whichever floozy he had bent over his office desk. He certainly had plent...
At first, let me introduce myself. I'm a handsome male and since my youth I'm an exhibitionist. I like to wear as few clothes as possible. Basically, I wear a very short short, tight around my hips, with fairly no trouser-legs. It looks much like hot pants. And above it I wear a sleeveless shirt. So my legs and arms are usually nude. When it's not to cold,...
Lorna's Journals (Part Four) We sailed along the pavements and past historic London scenes to an impressive new riverfront apartment house. It had about fifteen floors and at least five luxury flats per floor. The lobby alone would have said "super wealthy" with the sheer elegance it provided for you in just this first peep at Thames riverside life. Raymond...
Popplewell swings like a pendulum, to counter the movement of the bus. Gripping the overhead strap in one hand, his open book in the other. He reads, peeping over the dark, round rimmed spectacles, perched at the end of his nose, in defiance of the need for bifocals. The story takes him away from the humdrum existence, that is his inconsequential life. His c...
I watch her every day. When she visits the gym, when she goes to the market, even when she's home. There isn't a moment of her day that I don't know where she is. Started even keeping a journal so that I can go back whenever I want to see what she's done. Here's a couple of my entries: ENTRY # 28 She got up today around 6:30am. She only gets up that early...
He saw her sitting at the bar. Oftentimes, seeing a single woman at the bar, as opposed to just in a bar, would label her as a hooker. But this woman didn't look like a hooker. True, she had on a short skirt, beneath which he just caught the glimpse of lace stocking tops, high heels and a close fitting sweater. Her outfit emphasised great legs, a great...
I was typing away in work and I was very busy, I had two hours left of the day and couldn’t wait to get home. It was a very dark grey day, it was extremely windy, and it looked like the trees outside my office where about to fall down and crash to floor. The rain was hard and heavy, it was the type of rain that soaked you right through and left you feeling m...
Chapter Two: My First Date Colleen was the prettiest woman I had ever seen, a real knock-out. She had big brown eyes, pug nose and tiny mouth with plush lips. Her lips, as well as her nails, were always bright red. Her face was framed with thick golden hair she wore in a rather wild style. Her skin was soft, creamy and fair, with few freckles. Her complexio...
I was sat having a coffee in a cafe I sometimes go to. Not a regular haunt as it was about fifteen miles away from my home town, but nevertheless I do visit perhaps once or twice a month. Far enough away and more on the tourist trail than normal, it was a good place to go to have a bit of peace and quiet as I seldom, if ever, saw anyone I knew while I visite...
Edited by Alwaysupforu2004 Thanks so much Woody. * LARA AND JACK My husband Jack and I had not been intimate for about three months. I was wound up tighter than a spring. I needed complete release; masturbating was a temporary scratch to a non-stop itch. I decided to have a little show and tell for Jack that evening when he got home from work what I was...