Dear Shoeblossom, My name is Eliza Scunthorpe, a keyholder in Los Angeles I have read Leland T___'s whining letter to you and I want to clear things up! For instance there's Parrish! Parrish is a favorite client of mine. He is on a relatively lenient schedule--he is allowed to orgasm about once every other week. And he has privileges I don't usually gra...
The waiting is always the most intense part. Waiting; alone in my room, alone with my thoughts. A whirling confusion of thoughts, a mixture of feelings. But I keep returning to the inescapable present, to the unavoidable, existential fact that now I have no choice. I have made my decision, and whatever is going to happen is going to happen. I’m utterly power...
It was a sultry evening as the plane touched down on the Cancun airstrip, and the eager couple deplaned for a week of revelry and holiday in the tropical resort community. This was to be the tropical adventure they often fantasized about, but was soon to turn into a sexual adventure beyond their wildest imaginings. The taxi whisked them from the airport to t...
My college roommate, Mary, and I boarded the flight to San Diego on our way to the Super Bowl. Mary had just lost her virginity with my help. As a result of the circumstances surrounding that event we had received two free tickets to the big game. Not only that, but after our double-team on the professor, Stephen Chandler, Ph.D., who donated the tickets,...
I do not think that anyone would be able to tell just by glancing at me that I was the type of woman that had an affair with a married man. And not just any man, at that; I had entertained an affair with my married boss. I never claimed to be innocent, but two years ago if someone had told me that I would be down on my knees upon the cold office tile with my...
"What?" Anne asked, stunned by the abrupt course reversal of Rufus' passion. "You heard me," he snorted disdainfully. "Sit down." Bemused and frustrated, she settled into a nearby chair. He was shuffling the photos, evidently selecting certain ones with particular care and placing them on the top of the stack. She became uncomfortably aware of her nudity a...
FEBRUARY 3, 2001 Starla smiled as she worked on the liver and onions. Oliphant was still going on. "I just don't understand, Starla, how you can continue to associate with these working class types. I hoped that living in my house would bring you and Ken up a bit. you do, after all like some classical music." Oliphant looked hopefully at her. "Must yo...
Catherine opened the door to the bedroom as quietly as she could. In the bed her husband Peter was just starting to stir. Peter had a habit of tossing and turning before properly waking up, and as she entered the room he flipped himself over onto his back and mumbled something, still in the grip of some semi-lucid dream. The movement happened to throw the ma...
Thanks to many for the feedback on my first few stories. Decided to try another in the first person at many people's request. Hope this sounds less like a newspaper story (and yes, that is an apt description for some of my writing, I agree!) Also, being in Australia I tend to use British Australian medical terms, so for those suggesting I need a dictionary,...
"Jesus that was intense," Jenna breathed out as she continued to gasp for air. The air mattress supporting her continued to hiss and was now half empty. "Looks like we'll be buying a new inflatable," she laughed. "Are you ok Amber?" "Wow. I think it was the margaritas or maybe it is just California. Yes, I'm better than ok. Too bad someone's pole can't stay...