This is just another chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out the earlier chapters. I hope you enjoy. * My hard cock ached as I watched Vivian masturbate on that videotape, unaware of the cameras I had placed earlier in my office. I stared, mesmerized, watching her hand slide that vibrator in and out of her sweet...
I was twenty five, and he was twenty nine. We were coworkers, and I guess you could say that he was my superior. Was he married? No. But he had been with the same girlfriend for nearly eight years. I would be hard pressed to put my finger on exactly why I liked him, but I did. No, "liked" is the wrong word. "Wanted to fuck his brains out" would have been muc...
The leather coat was sprawled where I'd tossed it on my bed. I squirted some perfume on my upper thighs and considered the coat. Hot memories of my sexually charged fantasy licked through me, making my nipples stand straight up. I had a feeling I'd wind up comparing Bradford to the major all night. At least I'd be horny, I thought, staring at my breasts and...
Chapter 4 Amy didn't tell Georgia and Emily what had happened on the bus. How could she, when she barely believed it herself? It all seemed like a mad dream. Like one of the fantasies she so often had about Dr. Mitchell. But there was no escaping what she had done. Amy spent Saturday wallowing in her hangover and shame. Despite the attempts of her friends t...
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....
It's that time of the year again, when cold weather sinks in, and people start that old tradition of Christmas shopping. So many people stress out, not knowing what to buy, or who to buy for. And the fact that we are programmed that it is better to give, only adds to the stress. But not me, I enjoy giving, and even though I'm a college student on a tight bud...
Instead of using his phone, he calls his personal assistant via a message on WhatsApp. She reads it but doesn't reply so he texts again, this time in all caps, making his feelings clear. She hastily shuts down her computer, fixes her skirt and walks the short distance to his private office. The floor is almost cleared out by that time with only a team of int...
The Penske files Sharon heard an unexpected noise in the cubicle areas outside her office. Who could be around here at this hour on a Friday before a three-day weekend? Through her office window she saw a tall figure walking through the rows of cubicles. The person stopped, and then made their way toward her office. In a moment Daniel, a marketing assistan...
He had been sitting in his office all day; phone call after phone call trying to fix the clusterfuck that had been handed to him last week. The project was over due and over budget. Every single executive who was supposed to be in charge was so busy fucking the dog that no one noticed until it was way too late. He was stressed and he was pissed off. He had...
This story took place half a lifetime ago, when I was just 18 years old and a senior in high school. I won't generalize about adolescents and their susceptibility to peer pressure; I'm sure there are some strong independent thinkers in the high school age bracket--but I sure wasn't one of them. I never had the courage to admit to my tastes and preferences wh...