My name is Lynette, and I am a very successful businesswoman. Until recently, I had moved out of town when I had embarked on a business venture that, unfortunately, did not turn out as successful as I would have liked. I have returned home and have rekindled a new business with me ex-husband -- no we will not be getting back together. We have worked togethe...
After showering and cleaning up, Bret headed for the parking lot and his Jeep. The site was unbelievable. They there were, all the Lakeville cheerleaders, in bikini tops and denim jean shorts, washing cars and helping to serve barbecued hamburgers, hot dogs and the trimmings. The crowd was large; it was obvious the girls were rolling in the money. Pamela wa...
Washing day has become one of the grand perks of my recent, involuntary retirement. The real beauty of washing day for me is that, for the most part, the tenants in the apartments across the alley from me do their laundry on Monday. It's the day I get up early, set up my tripod, clean the lenses on my binoculars and clamp them on the tripod. I will then grab...
I might as well start at the beginning, many years ago. The first time I ever saw Trish, my beloved wife and lover of several years' standing, was really quite a revealing occasion. Back in those days, I was about 19 or 20, and I usually woke and got up quite early. On this particular sunny spring morning, I was up and about at around 6:00 am. I went down...
I drove in my M3 down the streets of Los Angeles. Life was good. I had a great car, a great job and might I say a great house. I cruised the street looking out the window and seeing people walk near the Staples Center. There were some fine ladies in short skirts which blew my mind. It was a hot summer day. People were sweating out there and I was sweating ex...
Author's note: this may possibly be sarcastic. Do not keep reading if fluffy pink Femdom BDSM offends you. Or do. It's not my fault. — Marylyn sat sprawled out on the couch, a bowl of popcorn at her side and her pink fuzzy slippers wrapped around her pink, fuzzy toes which were pink and fuzzy thanks to the overwhelmingly impressive work of her manicurist,...
I woke in a tangle of bloodied sheets. Cid was still out cold at the other end of the bed, his pale toes only inches from my face. The night before, Master Julien and Cid had played with me for hours. I had passed out from their attentions, and it seemed Cid had followed me soon afterward. The late afternoon sunlight gave little light in Cid's room, as I sat...
Ashley and James had been called in on their day off to help clean up a spill of material that was causing safety concerns for other workers. That meant shovelling the material into a wheel barrow and dumping that into a chute about 30 feet away so it could be recycled into the process. Their supervisor had pleaded with them after everyone else had declined....
She was standing at the kitchen counter washing dishes with a green sponge. He was reading the newspaper, watching her. It was quiet and cozy and evening was beginning to fall. Dinner had been simple but nutritious. Somewhere, a window was open. He finished his cooling coffee, set down his cup and folded his newspaper. She felt him behind her and put down...
My hair had finally reached that point where it got to be more trouble trying to keep it clean and combed each day than to make an appointment and get a haircut. Now all my life I'd gone to Elliot's Haircut Store, that's going on fifty some odd years now. Elliot cut my grandfather's hair, he cut my father's hair and then he cut my hair, that is until he pass...