The snow started late the afternoon of New Year’s Eve. Snow was rare in Seattle, and Sarah would turn sometimes from her work at the desk to look across the room out the window, watching the big white flakes come down. It was something new, rare and beautiful. Finally, she stopped pretending to do something
My secretary, Lynda Billings, is very efficient. She manages to keep on top of all my appointments and sees to it that my calendar doesn’t get too hectic — which, when you’re in middle management in the computer industry, is no small task. I suppose most would call her attractive — she’s 5’10, brunette hair
It was Caryn’s eighteenth birthday and Mike had a special celebration in mind. He had an engagement ring in a little black box that he planned to give her over dinner at Maxwell’s, known for the romantic atmosphere as well as the fine food. When he had called to make the reservation, the maitre d’
“It’s your wife,” my secretary said. “Thanks,” I’ll take it in my office. I sat down at my desk and picked up the phone. “Hello, Beautiful.” I said with a smile. “Hello!” came my wife’s sweet voice. “Guess what! Today’s the day!” “Really?” I said with some excitement. “So your sure now?” “You bet!” she
Even though my father is American and my mother Japanese, I was brought up in France. It was in France that I started dancing and in France where I had my first sexual experience. It was in the town of St. Germain-en-Laye. I had been dancing and seemed to spend most of my life in
“Fuck me!” The echo, the plea in my wife’s voice, the insistent growl of her eager submission, those words excited me hard, almost terrifying me as they cut my soul. I loosened my grip, letting Andrea’s golden locks start to slip from the hard knot of my fingers. She moaned low, with a melted wanton
“That guy is just so weird,” Brenda explains into the phone. “What did he do this time,” Lori asks, a hint of interest in her voice. “Well, we were working on something in my cubical,” Brenda starts off slowly. She tended to be very slow, and thurough. “And…” Lori’s impatience coming out. “Well, I don’t
Berkley furniture was a manufacturer of fine hand made wood furniture and Alec Conyers was one of those who did the making. He was fifty years old, tall, strong with big hands that looked clumsy but were in fact very delicate and skilled with wood. His speciality was work on hand carving table and chair
he hurried along the path on her way home; the sky was getting darker and darker. The wind started to gust as she heard the roar of distant thunder. `Seems like we are in for a storm’ she thought to herself `a welcome relief – it will clear the mugginess in the air’. She hoped
The moon’s pouring in, a flood of it. Dribbles from the bright patch on the floor follow the drape of the covers up to the bed. It makes the bed rail a rich mahogany. Pillows and sheets gleam. Individual dust motes drift around. It’s bright enough to read by. It’s bright enough to wake him.
It suddenly occurred to me that I told her too much. With her new knowledge she had power over me. How did she mean to use it? I wondered. “You’re not gonna make me your Bitch now, are you?” I blurted. I still wanted to eat her front and back but I was scared I
As I rolled to the side, shifting the covers, she pressed up against my back. “Danny, me boy, we’ve come a long way.” Memory plays games when the nights are cold. Memory talks and I sleep, and we all grow old. The air conditioner kicked on in the hotel room, and my upstairs neighbor stumbled
Yes, it was beautiful. Spectacular, really. Beth and I had stopped at a roadside park to have a look. It was mountainous country and the park was basically a lookout, with a sidewalk and a stone fence serving as a railing. It was sunny and there was just a little bit of mist, some of
As always, my heart raced as the time for my session approached. Time always passes so slowly when I’m in the waiting room. Even three minutes is a long time. I wanted to be in there with Holly. I started going to her for massages – the regular kind – for muscle tension. She always
A pot of gold. Well you would think so if you were a Leprecaun. The woman lay tossing restlessly in her bed. The sheets pulled back to reveal, her breasts, and the cool March air from the open window, perked up the nipples. The small man, only in stature, watched as the eyelids flickered and