I’m married to a wonderful man. We live in a nice house in a good neighborhood. My husband travels on business often and plans on making a long trip this week. His long trips sometimes leaves me sexually frustrated so I have to resort to playing with my toys. My mind starts drifting as I
This is not a story about a normal Friday. I am a practical woman, world-wise, aware but not alarmed that I am single and approaching my mid-thirties. Marriage will probably happen for me one day. Children may or not. These aren’t concerns that drive my life. I’m sexually confident and secure with my own body,
“Hey, what’s up with that roommate of yours?” Lisa asked Dan. “I know,” her roommate Sharon added. “What a geek!” “He sure is.” Dan agreed. “And you should see him in the shower.” “What do you mean?” asked Lisa. “He’s so skinny, no muscles, and he’s practically got no dick! It’s the smallest thing I’ve
Polly and I have had a good marriage for four years now, although lately she’s been hinting about starting a family. Oh, I want one as well, but I think we must be sure we can afford one. I’m making a decent salary at this stage, but we just bought a house and I’m not
This is for that special someone who wants more. I walked into the room where you were awaiting your massage. You look up to see me come in. The smile on your gorgeous face is hard to miss as you notice me enter. Dressed like you wanted, I only have on a pair of loose
Sitting out on the back deck I do not always hear the doorbell when it rings. I should probably fix that problem some day since I spend so much time out here enjoying the view and sun. But then again I do not get many unexpected guests. I live on the outskirts of town on
Brooke is a day away from the happiest day of her life; she is getting married to Riley, her 23 year old boyfriend of two years. The 20 year old bride is in her small dressing room making sure she still looks amazing in her dress. With her are the dressmakers, Ally and Becca. “I
It was a happy homecoming party. Steve had returned home after four years of traveling the less explored parts of the world. As a talented writer and photographer, he’d paid expenses by doing articles for magazines and other publications. He’d become a bit of a local celebrity. Plus, it was his twenty fifth birthday. He
Sharon and I married quite young. I was just out of the Army and, while I don’t think I was really in love with her, it was customary at the time to marry the girl back home. Sharon was not very affectionate. I think she got that from her father, Mike. Her mother, on the
Brian lit a bit of Forest Dance, it was his sub Giovanna’s favorite incense and a deep, musky scent, like earth under an old oak spread over the playroom. Giovanna herself knelt on the floor, she was a pretty woman, a bit on the plump side with dark curls to her waist and large olive
Denise rode the elevator up to the ninth floor. Getting off and walking up the corridor to the security office, she swiped her card through the door-side reader. “Quit feeling sorry for yourself,” she muttered, as the door opened. “You knew the deal.” Which wasn’t much help, when everyone else in the LaSalle building was
My answering machine went off in the middle of me trying to watch MASK, right at the spot where Rocky is about to teach a blind Laura Dern about colors. I ignored it; I have no social life and no one ever calls me except telemarketers and, once in a while, my mom. I only
Recovering from my accident took a long time. It was frustrating because I’ve always made a point of keeping fit and here I was barely able to move. I spent many hours with the physiotherapist. She seemed to take an almost sadistic pleasure in making me find the re-use of my body. But eventually my
Our heroine gets a sundae dumped in her lap and the next day ends up fully dressed in a tub of maple syrup. If this dosen’t amuse you, don’t read this. I was out for my first date with Cheryl. She has shoulder length permed brown hair and dark eyes. Tonight she wore a white
Tracy opened her eyes as a door slammed shut, startled into a confused consciousness, momentarily uncertain of where she was laying. The stale smell of unwashed clothes made Tracy grimace and turn away. “8:40” glowed in red on the night stand. “Shit,” she muttered, lifting her head off the thin pillow. A dingy white sheet