"Carl, I gotta call Michael. I'm worried sick about our babysitter not being here yet." Abigail told her husband. "Did you call her back?" Carl asked. "Well she said she'd be on her way. And usually she's fast. In twenty minutes we gotta leave or we'll be late. She has to be here by now." "Ok, get Michael," Carl said as he fixed the bow tie of his tuxedo b...
My wife Amy was really a sweet innocent girl when I first met her. She was 17 years old at that time and never had a boyfriend before. She had grown up in a very conservative family. She dressed always conservatively, was doing only little make-up and was trying to hide her beauty. Despite her efforts trying to remain hidden, anyone could easily spot her mag...
“Hello, Mrs. Das. How are you?” “Fine, thank you, Captain. So nice of the two of you to have come,” she replied. “We wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world,” Sara said. “We have heard of the fantastic fish that you cook.” “Please be seated, Captain,” Sandy said, indicating the overstuffed couch. “Hey, Sandy. This is a party. Forget the Captain stuff....
-Friday Night- My husband Sean burst into our apartment with a muffled growl. His face was completely concealed by hat and scarf, and he was covered in snow from head to toe. "We have to get out of the city," he said. January in Chicago is the absolute worst. We only moved here because we both got job offers. We're from Southern California, and hadn't ta...
A warm breeze flicked at the heavy pages of Liz's sketchbook and she yawned, stretching luxuriously in the morning sun. Bones popped in the young woman's back as she wiggled into the full body stretch, arms raised to the sky. Her jaw cracked, mouth opening wide before she lowered her arms, twisting each joint. She felt drowsy, warmed by the sun. Liz's eyelid...
Author's Note: Hi all! Here's a super-quick, fun stroke piece I wrote a couple months back. I never originally intended to put this up, but eh? Why not. There's only a hair-thin premise as prelude to the down & dirty, so if you want a whole crazy plot, this may not be the submission for you. I wrote this in one sitting, and it's never seen an editor so ... t...
********** continued from Chapter 5 ********** Greg had barely finished his daily FaceTime chat with Allison when his cell rang. "Hey, Greg, it's Sarah." "Hi, Sarah, what's up?" "Well, I need you to dress up. You don't happen to have a tux, do you?" "Sorry. Not much need for a tux when I've been a lowly middle school teacher. I do have a nice black su...
The ornate décor of the City Club impressed Nathan, although he'd been there twice before and he was surprised at Gina's indifference when saying it was okay. Then squeezing her waist he grinned to himself: of course she'd spent several years amongst the gilt and glitter of Italy. Their arrival was announced the board chairman Murray Green whose eyes widene...
Amidst all that had happened in the wake of the O'Brien case, I'd somehow kept up with company business. Chuck Tyler, my boss at Artists Unlimited, had always been beyond understanding and he'd been letting me pick and choose whatever assignments I wanted. But I felt I owed it to him it to him to do a shoot with one of the company's prestige client's, Tigres...
This is a mostly true account of the discovery of my ex wife's exhibitionism... and my voyeurism * Amsterdam trip... I was travelling with work in Europe and I had a couple of days off in Amsterdam. Having some time free I decided to call my wife back home in London...it had been a couple of days since we last spoke and I was eager to repeat our conversa...