My thanks to my editor adetaildiva. Without her this would be a poorer story. After her any errors are mine. * "I was talking to Jean Marlowe again. You know she was an English major in college." We were driving back from church the next day. Since I was obviously back in the dating scene, Linda felt like she could push her candidates forward. "Really." I...
* * * * * Ali's point of view: Her new "lifestyle." There are some formative things in my life. Memories or occurrences that I keep with me, that I set my course by. I use my feelings to figure out what to do next. For example -- how bad I felt in High School about letting the boys use me like trash. For a while, I had no friends at all, nobody who talke...
Her eyes. That's the first thing that caught my attention. Aside from the earth-shattering smile, they were the thing that made me approach. They were literally teal. Her eyelashes were long and black, her eyebrows thick. She had lips that curled around her teeth when she smiled in a way that said, you don't know me, and you never will. She was enticing. I w...
College applications, courses, occasional babysitting: The daily grind of a high school senior in 1965. There was one distraction, more of an annoyance really. A boy in a couple of my classes, Tony, seemed to have taken a shine to me. He'd chatted with me a couple of times last year, and flirted in the van on the way back from the beach last June — which in...
After that awesome night last week things have just kept getting awesomer. Well, up until now ... I slept really well that night, and only woke up the next morning when I heard the front door closing. It was about ten o'clock. Total Silence. Excellent. I lay there with a big steely early (ha!) morning erection - feeling great. But even though I was temp...
My hand held on the door's knob as I bonked my forehead into the back door. Even a good job that I liked would get annoying eventually. Dress codes (especially suits), early hours, crap net access, and a distinct lack of anything a stomach craves during eight hours in a building. I gave a loud sigh of relief of at least being home as I pushed the door in and...
Victoria cursed under her breath as the Xerox machine whirred to a brutal halt and the obnoxious Error: Paper Jam light blinked. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, looking at the giant pile of copy orders. Being a secretary wasn't as much fun as she thought it'd be. Even if the office was full of good looking men in suits. When she opened the front door to the...
Rick walked behind Nicole and Cathy as they made their way to the elevators to the right of the hotel lobby. Rick had just met Nicole and Cathy in the bar, and shared the personal story of how he and his wife got into swinging, and how he ended up as the submissive to her dominatrix role. Nicole was now leading the three of them to her room on the fourth f...
The conveyor belt stopped, and the break in the steady stream of peaches headed toward them allowed the women a chance to straighten up from their hunched positions. Some even took the opportunity to put down the sturdy paring knives they used to skin and prepare the passing fruit, stretching their backs with juice-stained hands placed at the bases of spine...
My friend West and I were in the copying room, scaring pictures of our asses on the copiers. I couldn't help with all the laughing and joking and stuff, but to look down and see that my black friend West had an enormous dick. It didn't even look hard but just hung down with a pair of orange sized balls underneath. I wasn't gay or anything. I've just never se...