Thank God I've never made Heather's mistake. However, somehow I identify more strongly with Heather than any other character I've ever written. ***** INDISCRETION Heather flipped the switch again. The garbage disposal made a whining grinding noise. "Shit," she spat, flipping the switch off. The drain made a burbling burping noise, rather similar to the s...
The hanged male squirmed in the confines of the coffin, waking to find himself sweating in an oppressive warmth. His eyes flicked through the lattice, seeking some viewpoint through a porthole, and seeing whitewashed buildings under a vivid blue sky across the water. His ears pricked as he listened for whatever had awoken him from his drugged stupour, and hi...
My secretary and I had had a couple lousy sexual encounters. They didn't amount to anything worthwhile, except for one additional number on my "women" scoreboard. I ponder; both of us may have been driven by melancholy rather than genuine love or attraction. After that, bodily contact was suspended in lieu of a strict working relationship. My rational decisi...
I had decided to take the job offer. Sure, it meant moving, but I was single, had lived alone for the past five years, and didn't have a lot of material possessions. The Benson School For Girls was less a school and more akin to a reformatory for rich female teenagers whose parents were at their wits' end. Think the Rejects School from the movie Toy Soldie...
Slaves to the man. Chapter Eight Shadow waved Hunter and Mirage toward the chairs that sat in front of his desk. Mirage sat, glancing over and meeting Hunter's eyes. He shrugged and then his gaze went to Shadow as the director of ASP sank down in the chair behind the desk. "Have either of you ever seen one of the shells acting like that?" Mirage shudde...
So here we are in a hotel room in Amsterdam, about to have a "fuckoff" with some guys from Germany that we met on the flight over, well, actually, I knew one of them fairly well. We've shared a flight and more on more than one occasion. Hi, I'm Yasmine, and before I get into the "fuckoff" and what it means. Let me tell you all about how this started. I'm...
Inspired by a story from Sebastian My wife was out of town for a few weeks recently and I was getting no sex whatsoever. I tried to restrain myself but on one particularly horny night I figured I would go out to a bar as a distraction if nothing else. I dressed in slacks and a long-sleeve shirt, and strolled down to a new bar that opened up not far from my...
I guess you would say I'm a pretty successful woman. Well not "pretty," although I've kept a nice figure and my tits have always drawn stares. I am an executive with a high tech firm with lots of cashed options that by now have made me fairly wealthy.. But nothing about my looks or my affluence could have landed me David. David is intelligent, sensitive, and...
Wendy was running late; she grabbed her keys from the hook on the wall and as she opened the door, the phone rang inside the house. "Damn it," she swore, turning back around and laying her large purse on tile counter. "Hello?" she said, answering with a pleasant voice she had to force. "Hey Wendy, it's me," she heard her husband say from the other e...
My name is Jim. Celeste, my wife of thirty-two years, and I are almost exclusively ass fuckers. Anal intercourse for us is not a once in a while event, but our preferred method of expressing our deep commitment to and love for each other. This is for a very simple reason. Celeste would openly tell you that the weakest orgasm she experiences when I am in her...