Him: The curve of your inner thigh captured my attention as we followed the waitress up the steep and narrow staircase to the second floor of the pub. My eyes tracked the curve as it disappeared underneath the hem of your tight dress. Sensing my lingering gaze, you let your dress ride up a little, giving me a glimpse of smooth satin and moist folds in shadow...
Susan comes home late after a showing a house to a new client. As soon as she walks in, I can tell she is frustrated by the way she throws down her purse and kicks off her pumps. "Oh god, that last one was such as asshole," she sighs. "Tough day?" I ask her. I'm in the kitchen, steaming vegetables and grilling a fish, and she walks over and pecks me on the...
Subject: Britney. Hair: Dirty Blond Cup: D, pretty sure Age: 19 Location: Backstage Dressing Rooms Britney and some of her friends were standing around me. "Awww... Little Inch Worm." They weren't calling me that, just reading the front of the thong she had just handed to me in front of all of them. But I was expected to wear it throughout the first pe...
Thank you for all the on-going feedback from the previous stories in this series. Hope you enjoy this next chapter. 5s and positive feedback are always appreciated. I also like the feedback that helps me improve my writing. I like to think I've improved as the series has progressed. Thank you those that have helped in that regard. ***** We arrived after fo...
"Idle hands are the Devil's Workshop" has never been so true as last week at work. Working in the Information Technology department of a Fortune 500 company is kind of like being in the military - there is a lot of "hurry up and wait". Projects and tickets need to be addressed swiftly and efficiently - but if you do that too efficiently, you lose the war, a...
J. T. dashed the short block and a half from the subway to Club DanceFire, his heart thumping its strenuous objection to too many professional dinners, too few rounds of golf and the resultant pounds of flab. He zigzagged clumsily through the Friday night revelers like a man possessed, ignoring the pelting rain that blurred his vision and stung the generous...
Getting into the car, they settled into their seats. Mike's hand threaded through Jenna's hair, tugging her towards him as he began to drive.She leaned towards him, her eyebrow up in confusion. He nodded his head downwards towards his bulge, and she continued looking at him in confusion. "Suck my cock " he ordered, his voice holding a power she had never no...
I was walking home from work the night it happened. I was a dancer, the erotic kind. Yeah, I danced naked for money, but I never slept with the clients. A private lapdance was as naughty as it got. Back then I wasn't a whore. I refused to ever be someone's whore. The very idea made me sick to my stomach. But, anyway, I'm getting distracted from the story. Yo...
We meet in a city, somewhere big and anonymous, and get a hotel room for a few nights. One with a big, soft bed that is so inviting – but that will have to wait. First, we go out on the town together. I wear a see-through black lace top and long black velvet skirt. My eyes are dark, my lips a deep purple-red. You are all in black. You put the collar around m...
Bethany's eyes slowly opened as the world came into focus. She sighed softly as her eyes took in the pale blue ceiling she didn't recognize and the tacky posters of various scantily clad women on the walls, each one in sporting a different seductive pose. Her right hand slowly lifted from beneath the covers to brush strands of her auburn hair out of her face...