Just a short fantasy... The other girls in the office don't see what I see. You know the ones I mean, the young women who still call themselves secretaries as opposed to personal or executive assistants. The ones who want to work for the young, handsome executives or the dashing, successful older ones. The ones who dress in the clingy blouses and tight litt...
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ With it being November, and thus NaNoWriMo, I decided to try my hand at it with this story. Any comments or feedback is certainly appreciated, and I hope you all enjoy this flight of fancy. I intend to update it as I progress. I'm thinking of calling the series D'antiquités +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++...
"Alright, tell me what you feel." Lydia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Without opening her eyes, she pointed. "They hate me. All of them." "How many?" "I want to say twelve." "Move on." "Darguni is there." "Why?" "Because I feel him. When he is working, I can feel the energy off of him, but I can also feel this weird little spark, I guess he...
Keywords: M/F, F/F, Whip, Oral, Sex, Humil Redistribution: only for personal, nonprofit use Short Summary: Married woman enjoys being whipped as husband fucks other women Please, if you are under the age of 18, don't read this material. Just wait a few years and you'll be all good and legal for this kind of stuff. Now for the rest of you, Enjoy! Phoenix...
It all started when my wife and I were going to go to a wedding back in my old college town. My wife, April, attended college there with me and knew a lot of the locals. With the added company of our old college buddies, it was too much like old times to pass up. When April and I were packing for the trip I noticed she packed the dress that she knew I love...
Brian and I (Michelle) worked together for years. We’d become really good friends and kept in touch after we were relocated to separate branches of the company. (LA and Boston) We were invited to the wedding of a former coworker and since neither one of us were in a relationship we decided to return to Chicago together. Long story semi-short, we had a good...
“Come on, love, we’re going to be late,” shouted the dad from the bottom of the stairs. “Yes, yes,” replied Louise, “Cathy’s still doing my hair. Remember it has to look perfect!” Cathy meticulously combed Louise’s flaxen hair and arranged it neatly on Louise’s head. She put the veil on Louise’s head and told her to stand up. “Oh don’t you look gorgeous!”...
They had met at a swanky wedding for Anne's friend Sandy, who had married some big shot CEO of some company or another. Somehow, Sandy had gotten a popular band with a lead singer who had been on a nationally televised singer's contest to play at her wedding; at the time, Anne had no idea who they were and didn't care for the show Sandy had gushed about, so...
The following story is true. I changed the names fo obvious reasons! I once attended a wedding in a neighboring town with Allison, my steady 19 year old girlfriend of 9 months and her family. We stayed with friends out on a farm. The wedding went quite well, especially the reception. Afterwards we went back to the farm, where I bunked on a mattress in the l...
My thanks to ladyleveaux for her editing skills, for without the editors the stories would not be the same. All of us both readers and writers would lose a great deal. Book 01: Prague May Be the Death of Me Chapter 01 The sounds of laughter fill the room, coarse jokes and memories flow through the air, old friends becoming new again, made that night one of...