In the pulsating heart of New Orleans, where the air was thick with jazz and desire, I found myself at a dimly lit bar named “The Velvet Curtain.” The scent of aged whiskey and the hushed murmurs of late-night conversations filled the room as I nursed my drink. That’s when I saw her—a vision of
*WHACK* “No need for tears, dear. The time for sorrow should have come out before you start sucking that guy’s dick. You made a fool out of me. Now everyone thinks that my girlfriend is some kind of whore. Do you know how bad it’s going to be for me now here?” “Honey, I’m sorry.
When Charlie returned, he smelled of pizza and beer. He told Chuck to take off for awhile and for Sweets to stick around. Chuck left and Charlie looked at Sweets, then asked, what’s up Sweets, you look like got caught with your hand in the cookie jar or something..your face is red. Nothing, Charlie, Sweets
I was coming back from work, when my master got me “We have some guests tonight, it is useless to change your clothes. Come on, I’ll introduce you to those who are already there.” Only one couple was already there. My master introduced me to them simply as “Katherine”, without saying that I was his
What could she do? With a stiff upper lip and no tears, God, no tears, she had waved John off at the Norfolk pier as the USS Bataan left port bound for the Gulf. That was 3 months ago, but now it was their anniversary. He was God knows how many miles away. The last
There was no doubt Geraldine enjoyed her job as a policewoman. Not only did she actually enjoy the idea of serving the community and upholding the law but sometimes very occasionally, there was also the chance to indulge in her favourite pastime – sexually dominating some of the females who broke the law. Such a
With the house to myself, I decide to have a bath before you come round later on, and soon I’m sinking back into the relaxing warm water, surrounded by bubbles. I close my eyes, and let my fingers linger over my rapidly stiffening nipples, sighing contentedly. This feels so good, as my fingers dance down
Sheri Anderson wasn’t like most mothers, after bringing up three step-sons, Steve aged 21, Rob aged 19 and Brad 18; she still looked like a teenager herself. Admittedly the plastic surgeon helped with a nip here and a tuck there, not to mention the magnificent breast enlargement, that made her look more like a statuesque
I turn from the sink as I hear you come in the back door. “Hi Baby, did you have…” Your fingers on my lips silence me. You pull a chair out from the dining room table, placing one foot up on the seat, and take my hand. Turning my palm, you guide my hand to
Melissa and I were fighting again. Something that I was finding depressingly common. This time it was about Halloween. Sheila Wood, one of the women from her study group, had invited Melissa to a party on Halloween night and Melissa wanted me to come with her. Now I had nothing against Sheila, or any of
My apartment manager Alecia was crying again. Usually she waits until she gets into her apartment before she starts up, but this time I saw her wiping a tear from her face as she walked across our shared porch on the second floor. I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been in my living room
Hi everyone, Sheri, thanks for your email. Sorry I’ve been so bad about writing lately, but I’ve been kind of busy with this and that. Glad to hear you’re doing well. Say hi to Elaine for me if you talk to her. I’ve been up to the same old things, mostly going out with Luke,
One story that I have never told anyone, is about my younger brother and his wife. They had been married just one month when this incident in our lives occurred. It was on a Friday night and I was visiting them at their home. They lived about 10 miles from town. We decided to go
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