The next day, Rebecca suggested that she and Fiona and I go to lunch and meet Rebecca’s half-sister, Donna. Kevin had to meet some friends so he couldn’t go with us but he told us all to have fun with a funny laugh. Rebecca wore a dark brown mini-skirt and button-up off-white blouse that showed
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
Jeff had not done a bang-up job on the Crenshaw report. In fact, old Mr. Crenshaw had raked Jeff’s boss, Charla, over the coals for the report, and she was ready to bite nails when she called Jeff into her office. Charla told him in no uncertain terms to shape up or get the hell
Jenn Dyson slammed her apartment door shut, purse in hand. After fishing through her purse to make sure she had her keys, she went over to the elevator and pressed the down button, ready to walk into the neighborhood bar to drown a week’s worth of troubles. When the elevator door opened, she felt the
I pulled up to the curb just as Jenny unlocked her apartment. She waited for me at the door. She was smiling. At me. “I don’t know what you see in me?” “Don’t worry about it, Kenny. Just get here and fuck me.” Two shakes of a lamb’s tail later, our clothes were scattered over
“…and then the filtered signal goes to its ADSR envelope and then to its output.” Jenn was showing me her analog synthesizer design, carefully mapped out on a giant sheet of butcher paper, swiped from the art room. “And you have to use a separate mixer to get the final signal but that’s okay since
I like to think of myself as urbane, and I like to think of Chicago as the ultimate urbane city. It really is just the way it looks in movies. Slick. Clean. Great architecture. Lots of live music if you know where to look. But I also like to daydream too much. I was at
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.
“Annie, why are you so horny tonight?” Carl smiled. “Oh fine, you don’t like it?” He kissed me, “I love it.” “I love you. I loved that thing we just did, letting those people see you fuck me! God you were so hard baby! I’ve never felt you cum so hard. I’m so full I
It was Sunday morning. Stuie heard their mother in the truck drive off to church maybe 20 minutes earlier. Amen! Saturday belonged to her. In the summer months, the 2 siblings learned that they had to be available, willing, and ready to follow instructions and assist with their mother’s projects for the whole day. That
I had just agreed to being Mr. Chuck’s Personal Assistant despite not having the courage to apply for it and followed that with bringing Mrs. Chuck to her first girl-girl orgasm. Mr. Chuck rose from the couch where he had been holding his wife while she orgasmed on my mouth, tongue, and fingers. I stood
Marilee’s fists tightened in despair as she sat at her secretarial desk and listened to the muffled moans emanating from the office of her boss, JC Wyatt. JC was one of the youngest and most famous casting agents in Hollywood and was the most blatant offender of the “casting couch” which degraded women. The young
Zoe sat staring at the white haired woman sitting in the room with her. It was a Sunday afternoon and once again Zoe’s parents had dumped her off at her grandmother’s house while they went to visit some friends in the countryside. Usually Zoe would protest finding her Grandmothers small suburban house boring but lately
“I found out a little too late that it wasn’t exactly a run-of-the-mill college club I was being initiated into. It was just a place for a bunch of real weird freak-outs to do their thing. But now that the worst part is over, and I’ve been initiated into the goddamned thing, I’m having a
My name is Neal I was a rather normal eighteen year-old in the Sixties. I had normal parents, normal grades in school, normal looks, normal hobbies, normal friends. Except for my friend, Bill’s mother, Betty, who was anything but normal. She seduced me! No lie; one week I’m this hopeless virgin jacking off four times