Being a librarian won't exactly make you rich, and the mandatory Masters' degree comes with a mountain of student debt. I make a virtue out of necessity. Shopping the vintage stores, I pour my curves into pencil skirts, thigh highs and kitten heels. I wear cat's eye reading glasses on a chain around my neck. My style is flirty and retro, with a touch of sass...
It was a lovely evening, and my wife and I were going out to dinner with some friends. It was a nearby restaurant, and the weather was cool and pleasant, so we decided to walk. My wife was dressed nicely, in a short, tight dress that was relatively low-cut. We had a great dinner, and the four of us put away about a bottle of wine each. We ate and drank and...
It's summertime and I suggest that we meet downtown for a drink and a bite to eat at a joint that I used to frequent. We sit at the bar and have a few. The bartender is happy to see me again. She's a cute 24 year old redhead. We used to do hot yoga together and she would flirt with me all the time. She pulls me aside on my way back from the restroom and as...
For the first time in my life, I'm retired from sex and women. I'm done with sex. I've had it. I'm finished with women. Much like the one day at a time alcoholic with alcohol, who is on the wagon for seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months or years, too often he or she falls off and reverts right back to binge drinking. Although alcoholism is not cont...
You've planned a special night out for us, you tell me. Wear the low-cut dress to work, heels. You will pick me up at my car in the parking lot at 6pm. When I round the corner I see a vintage white 1945 Buick limousine parked next to my car. I smile to myself, this should be nice, as I open the door and climb in next to you. There is champagne on ice and so...
Cut the crap. I met Jillian online. She'd posted an ad looking for sex, and I'd responded offering a cuddle. Women who'll post for raw sex will melt at the suggestion of some touchy-feely. We chatted on MSN, then traded pics. Jillian is a big, beautiful woman. I don't want to limit her to the 'BBW' acronym, which zooms past your eyes and leaves you with th...
It's Paris in spring, and there's a clear view of the Eiffel Tower from our hotel window. I gaze out beatifically and sip my espresso. I lived in Europe years ago, and it still feels likes home. I'm wearing a vintage slip from La Perla and my ankles have been cuffed to the bed all weekend. The delicate chains are six feet long so I have some movement, but I...
The following Friday Gareth called for Leona. She greeted him wearing a new dress and high-heeled shoes. They were going to a dinner-dance at a hotel in Brighton. She had never been ultra-confident when it came to self-image, but as they made their way out to the car, she noted in her peripheral vision that her high heels had Gareth looking at her legs. B...
Janey sighed as she dialed the first 6 digits of Ted's cell phone before hanging up. Why she had even asked 'Los for it was beyond her. She just thought that maybe by now he'd be himself again. Head hung as she hung up the phone. It was over. There was no more hope. A tear stung her eye before she shook it off. It had been over two years ago, she was just en...
Chapter Four It was a cold snowy night and the couple had just made it to the cabin in the mountains before the snow began to fall. The snow glistened over the fields and trees. It had been a long trip but one the two had been looking forward to. The first thing they did was gather firewood and start a fire in the fireplace. They had stocked up on plenty...