Sylvia - that was her name. I don't remember her last name, but it wasn't hers anyway - it was her ex-husband's or soon-to-be-ex-husband's. I didn't really know much more than that about her, because all I ever heard her say in her halting, deliciously-accented English was, "chHello, Zhay-mie. chHow are ju?" Her friends from the warehouse would tell me, "S...
Steve has a fairly lucrative business I don't know much about. He spends most of the work week at his warehouse and doesn't tell me much. Our relationship is electric and I don't want to pry and ruin anything we have at the moment. It might still be the honeymoon stage talking but I can't imagine a better person to satiate my dirty mind and body. It was near...
During my adventure in the warehouse I had told the lads there were two office girls who enjoyed sex as much as I did and would see if they were up for some fun. I would speak to the girls first and explain that they could trust the guys to be discreet, (lets face it they were onto a good thing) then get back to them with the details. Both of my friends,...
I would like to share you an encounter my wife had a short while ago. It started one morning as I was going to work. Kathy was saying goodbye to me at the front door, she was dressed only in her dressing gown which was short only just covering the cheeks of her ass, and was tied loosely around the middle with a belt which caused it to gape open showing a fa...
Thea was a young inexperienced Journalist fresh out of University in Cardiff. She stood at 5ft 3 and had silky strawberry blonde hair that ends halfway down her back. She had been interning at a news station for over a year now and had been looking for a big story that could land a full time job in Journalism. Her old tutor Victor Wilson, a tall man who stan...
Since I have retired from my full time job I have been looking for something which is both fun and satisfying. I worked part time for a company where the woman I reported to had a side business in the warehouse. The business sold parts for tools so the clientele was mostly men. There was a small storefront, a big warehouse and a small office where she and...
Most eighteen year olds have summer jobs, and I am no exception. I needed to make some money to pay for a car, so I decided to begin working at a local trucking company, assisting in the warehouse. The job description in the newspaper said that they were looking for "a strong, focused worker willing to assist in various warehouse tasks". In layman's terms, I...
They had spent most of the morning looking through the vacant warehouses that sat around the dock area. Every one they had checked had, so far, turned up empty. "This is the last one," Melissa told Michael as he walked around the perimeter of the building. He was checking the few windows along the building's front. He found none of them with loose panes, o...
(Author's Note: I get a lot of anonymous feedback from writers, and one in particular was from a friend of mine I had not talked to in a while. You know who you are, China Dolly. Send me an e-mail with your e-mail address since you're not on FL anymore. I've missed talking to you... Here's another chapter to my Enslaved to the Mob. It's short, I know, but so...
I could not believe it! I had just signed up for the ‘Surprise Me’ option on the sawhorse at Man’s World. This was supposed to be just an interview and fact finding mission. Howard Billings, my editor at the Hemmingsburg Report, had sent me to get the real story. It was my first assignment in my first job. I was so eager. Simply stated - I am going to get th...