This is about a co-worker that I shall call Leslie and I. She and I are not lovers, just met in the galley one day and she gave me a ride home from work another day. As gratitude, I offered to take her out to dinner but she declined saying she had to get to a hospital to see a friend. I had heard that she had a boyfriend, but she has not mentioned one to me....
Getting pinched is like getting crushed by the Ferris wheel if it takes a tumble off its cinder blocks. It's just another job hazard. You don't dwell on it. A you can do is sleep off your piss-poor luck like a hangover. Next thing I know, Klench was yowling: "Wake up, carnival boy!" My eyes snapped open. I gasped out loud. That low-down, hyped-up hellcat w...
Prisoner 4053 was frightened. She was not, as a matter of course, someone who ran; she had reported to the facility at the appointed time. It was easier that way. She had heard of men and women who, once convicted, had cut off their ankle monitors, packed a bag that evening and disappeared as best they could, but their best was rarely sufficient. A border...
If you are reading this Journal for the first time, it is a series of entries that start with A BusinessWoman's Journal Apr/May'10, so please take the time to read the story chronologically. Enjoy * Thursday, December 23, 2010 Tonight was our office Christmas party. It was held in one of the dining rooms of Mr. Von Elder's private club. The club is abs...
This story is the third in a series. The stories are told in sequence, so I think it is advisable to read my stories "Kelli" and "Kelli CH 02" before reading this story. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions...
I had no intention of leaving her there that long, nor was I ever leaving the premises as I'd led her to believe. I stood nearby just observing the beauty of her magnificent display of submission, watching carefully for the first sign of real misery. I would let her be uncomfortable for a bit, but once it crossed the line to agony, it was over. A Master str...
I saw the Rumpus Room bar out of the corner of my eye as I drove home. I'd passed it a hundred times back and forth to work but had never stopped. It was a seedy local bar--we used to call it the Rum & Pus in my drinking days--but I wanted a beer and maybe a game of pool to help me unwind from the day. Inside the air was cool, but it had the sour smell of s...
Tonight was the night, the invitations had been sent...the guests were arriving, as Gina was being towel dried. The four girls assigned to prepare her for the ceremony were meticulous, shaving her pussy lips carefully. Gentle stirrings of pleasure as the razor glided across her delicate folds. Her heart pounded in anticipation, for this was the night she had...
Somewhat bewildered by the turn of events, I stood staring out the window, watching Jessica's car back into the street and speed away. Had I gotten myself into another situation, where I would be sorry for my behavior? Taking a deep breath, I sighed and realized that it couldn't be all that bad. I know that I had enjoyed myself and thought that Jessica had t...
I drove home from the airport after midnight. It had taken me twenty frustrating minutes to find my car. Hanoi to Hong Kong, seven hours, Hong Kong to Toronto, fifteen hours, and an hour in the car. I didn't even know what time it was supposed to be, and I couldn't keep my eyes open. I opened the windows, the sunroof, cranked some AC/DC, anything to stay awa...