This story is a converted on line scene between two close friends. I hope it makes sense and that you enjoy it. This is the first part. Part two will pick up where this leaves off. And a special thank you to the special friend who shared this with me! * * * * * * * She sneaks into her boss’s office, dressed in a business suit and strappy heels totally in...
"Hahahahaha, aw, man! The looks on your face were priceless! Hehe, you looked like you were about to lose your mind!" Delilah says, laughing. She leans on Mac's shoulder as she grabs her stomach, highly amused at Mac's earlier struggle in the final period at school. They are now walking home to their block, which was about a good 15 minutes away. The sun st...
Dr. Lydia Martin's intercom buzzed. "Yes?" she said, still looking over a file she had begun. "Your new patient, Mr. Mullins, is here," said her receptionist and administrator, Barb. "The one referred by Dr. Jefferson." Lydia pushed herself up from her desk and stood behind it. "Send him in," she said, smoothing her skirt and adjusting her glasses. Moment...
As I sat inside my morning Creative Writing class with Professor Morrissey, I started to feel nervous because it was approaching the time when we'd have to share some of our poetry with the class. "Who wants to start?" Professor Morrissey said standing at the front of the class in a gray suit. He was in his late fifties with well-trimmed gray hair, but he...
I sat in my office with more nervous excitement than I could remember. In two days time so much had suddenly changed. I had begged Alice Edwards on my knees for a chance to avoid being fired. I had kissed her feet in my office. She had agreed to give me a chance in return for her strict supervision and my compliance with her professional and personal directi...
All characters are over the age of 18. ***** I could never bring myself to paying attention in Miss Jones's science class. However, I wasn't fixated on something outside, no, I could not stop staring at my beautiful teacher's glorious feet. She always wore these cute leather sandals or her flat leather slides to school, except on Thursdays when she coached...
The morning rush had already been hectic, and squeezing through a throng of people equally hell bent on making the same train, to the same station, at the same time; Amy Lynn Steele felt glad to just have a seat as she plunked herself down on the hard plastic and watched the outskirts of Boston zip past. She had done it now for the past sixty five days, and...
This story was inspired by, what started as a true incident, but developed into a fantasy. It was written for my own benefit, a sort of catharsis of my inner turmoil, and frustration, and for my fellow aficionados who can understand and empathize with my feelings and desires. Also, for any ladies, (or gentlemen), who would care to share their feelings or hid...
I find myself tied, naked, to your chair. My head is under your desk, and my body is out to one side. I have been there for hours, alone. See, you had errands to run and you wanted me to be there when you got back. So you secured my right arm to your chair, and my left arm to your desk. You then took off for a walk to the dry cleaners and the bank, and a few...
I was so excited! Who would have ever thought that only one month after graduating from college, I would land such a great job? Even though my starting position was to be one of the receptionists at a growing internet fashion company, it was still such a lucky break for a 22 year old to get her foot in the door. After a week of training, I was ready to repor...