Lisa Forrester looked like the typical woman working a nine to five job. She was a secretary for Josh Rogue, an up-scale Manhattan real estate lawyer and she loved her job. She looked like your average beauty, long brown hair that fell in waves around her face and stopped just below her shoulders, and bright…
Danielle folded her copy of the Financial Times and put it down on her shiny new desk. Her coffee was perfect, made by her new Jura espresso machine. She was in her smart new offices in Chelsea. The business, which had been DC Lingerie had turned into a multi million pound empire, breaking into the…
The automatic doors of head office opened and a blast furnace heat encompassed me, taking my breath away. England was experiencing the strangest summer in years. We either had monsoon like rainfall for a couple of days or such tropical temperatures which no one in their right mind could stay outside, which lasted two or…
A sigh escapes mypeach colored glossed lips as I pull into a parking spot in front of Starbucks. My boss had texted me and demanded that I pick him up the usual on the way to work tonight. He’s such a cocky little jerk towards me, but I’m told that it’s my entire fault since…
‘Want something to drink?’ Stein asked Daniel as they prepared to leave. It was 22:34 and they were the only ones still in the building. ‘No’, Daniel replied and sat on a leather couch, ‘You don’t like the baby thing very much, do you?’ ‘Look, there are many things I don’t like about you. I…
She had been staring at the screen for hours, going over a bunch of customer service issues, and her head was starting to hurt. She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes. This had to have been the longest day known to man. Her shoulders were tense, and she felt the energy drain…
This year I had managed to get Christmas eve off work as my company closed down for the festive period. My wife, though, had to work all day and would not be home till quite late. When she left for work she looked so hot dressed up as a sexy Miss Claus; this was the…
“The clock cannot be right. Oh, my God. What time…, wait it’s fucking Saturday. Saturday! I’m so messed up, what when wrong?” The fleshly and over-sexed 23 year old whispered in her head. A faint and feeble flavor of crotch and cum stuck in her throat like the seasoning of a Christmas goose. The taste…
I awoke Tuesday morning with the most incredible warmth flowing through my body. I laid in bed staring at my ceiling with excitement I almost couldn’t contain. I replayed what had happened the previous night over in my head. The curiosity was overwhelming, I hadn’t had such a mysterious sexual encounter since I was a…
When I started my new job I couldn’t help but notice how sexy my supervisor was. Although he talked incessantly about his wife I would feel myself flush every time he would call me into his office. I started fantasizing about him often, and continually played different scenarios over in my head each time we…
The economy in the Detroit metropolitan area and much of southeast Michigan has been seriously depressed for many years, and it has been challenging for my wife and I to make a good living as real estate agents. My name is Jim, and my wife Christine and I were both thirty years old at the…
I had worked at the same place for almost 6 months now. I had just turned 18 a few days ago and made sure my boss knew it. I had had a massive crush on him since I started there and I was almost positive the feeling was mutual. I had spent the drive on…
“Death doesn’t exist. It never did.. Everything that happens before Death is what counts.” -Ray Bradbury, “Something Wicked This Way Comes” *** It was late, and everyone else had gone home. There was no one to keep Sharon company. No one but the dead. Sometimes, when she was alone in the museum like this, she…
(Author’s note. Read parts 1-4 first to get the full effect. Sung Hee is based upon a very real woman in southern CA.) Driving home I felt the dildo slip a bit and I felt what seemed to be a torrent of wetness inside the latex underwear. The undies were probably swimming with Mr. Johnson’s…
As I walk through the door of my workplace looking around, I notice how all eyes and heads turn. I look down thinking my clothes look a mess. I look down at myself again and check to see if I am buttoned up; I am. I walk by everyone and all I hear is snickering…