“This story is collaboration and developed out of an encounter with my on-line friend Cassandra. We’ve gone to a lot of trouble to keep it authentic and accurate. Hope you like it.”
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I paced the floor, agitatedly looking at my watch and willing the minutes to pass by more quickly. In fact, I hadn’t been able to settle to anything since Cassandra had called me at work to tell me she’d been shopping for clothes on the internet. She’d insisted on coming round to my home that very evening to show me what had arrived in the morning’s delivery and I knew I was going to enjoy the show. Read the rest of this entry »
Tara waited expectantly at the luggage carousel. The sign in her hand simply had “His” last name on it but it meant so much more to her. It was a sign of the weekend they had secretly planned for nearly a year. Coordinated, schemed, finagled and amazingly it was all about to come true. Not only was the week itself difficult to coordinate but “His” special requests were unique too.
It was difficult for her to pack for this trip knowing that his requirement was she not wear any clothes that were not either given by him or provided by the hotel. She was wearing the first item provided by him: a black suit with a chauffeur’s cap. He had gotten her size right but had not provided any underwear. Whether by his choice or because he forgot she could not be sure. She suspected he did not forget but preferred the idea of her “au natural” under the severe suit. Either way she complied with his wish and now stood there waiting for him in a suit without anything on underneath. Read the rest of this entry »
I want to be an actress. I have the face, the body, and now I have the attitude.
The face and body I received from my parents, two wonderful, liberated, Americanized Swedes.
The attitude I received from one Professor Francois Fantoche.
Msr. Fantoche teaches the arts thespian in a small, decrepit looking structure just a few blocks from Broadway; it truly is ‘off Broadway.’
Msr. Fantoche is a wiry Frenchman with a thirties pencil mustache and the blackest eyes I have ever seen. They are pure pupil, and when he looks at someone they feel the look all the way down to their soul. Read the rest of this entry »
People watching, it’s a fascinating way to pass the time isn’t it? Take my current location at the moment, I’m sat at the end of a substantial stainless steel bar top. A row of numerous beer taps is arrayed down the centre of the bar, carefully stacked rows of glasses and spirits around it. I quietly sip at my second pint of Boddingtons savoring the slow smooth creamy taste as it slips down my throat. To anyone watching me I’m lost in the latest game playing on one of the many plasma screens hanging above the bar or from the various walls and pillars. If you are watching me as closely as I am watching everyone else in the bar you will notice my eyes are taking in more than they at first appear to, I’m neither staring intently nor flitting my gaze from place to place. Just a slow sweeping glance from time to time. Read the rest of this entry »
Stacy wandered around Mike’s almost empty apartment, organizing the few remaining things into boxes for storage. Mike and two of his friends from work had spent most of the evening moving his furniture into storage and his big screen TV over to Stacy’s place. Now Mike had run off to the local sports bar to ‘thank’ his friends with dinner and some beers.
Since they were now living together, they had decided to sell Mike’s place to get some cash for the house they wanted to build. It would only fetch enough for a down payment, but it was a start. Just a couple days earlier Stacy had found the perfect lot, and soon they would be the proud owners of a several vacant acres on a forested hill overlooking a golf course and a small lake. It was actually quite spectacular at sunset. Read the rest of this entry »
Anne and I were travelling around Europe in our late teens trying out being backpackers. It had taken us a whole year to convince our parents that we were old enough and responsible enough to do it. Things didn”t work out as planned.
A week into our trip we were in Frankfurt Germany. We had just arrived by train from Paris and we went to the closest hostel left our things there while our dorm was being cleaned and went to get some lunch. We arrived back later that afternoon to discover that our backpacks, with all our clothes, our travelers cheques and passports had been stolen. It could not have been worse as we had left our wallets in the backpacks and taken only a few eurodollars to get lunch. Read the rest of this entry »
It is a hot and humid night. I am standing on the darkened balcony of my apartment trying to catch an occasional cool breeze. The moon offers the only light. It beams down seemingly caressing me in its warm glow. My white cotton gown clings to my shower damp body showing every curve of my small 5′2″ frame. I brush my still wet red hair back and it hangs sleek and long down to where my round little ass begins its soft curve outward.
You are new to town and have just moved in this afternoon. You step out onto your balcony to take a break after unpacking all day and see me. You think I look like a nice little piece and you enjoy the sight of my small round breast straining against the confines of the thin cotton. You linger there in the shadows watching me. Read the rest of this entry »
While in graduate school, sharing a rental house, I got to thinking about writing a letter to Mrs. Schmitt, my childhood friend’s mom. I was avoiding my studies; I let my lurid imagination lead me to musing about sex. My cock twitched when I thought about Mrs. Schmitt making me eat her and blow my load on her tits. I thought back to her discovering me under her bed watching her in the bathroom when I was in High School. I had not contacted her since then; college had kept me busy with class work, drinking and hanging out with the gang. I was partially embarrassed that maybe she would want to forget the episode forever; it was after all pretty weird to get it on with your friend’s mom. I guess my horniness prevailed since in the end I decided to write the letter. Read the rest of this entry »
Have you ever seen something once and thought it disgusting and repulsive, and then another time it seemed natural and attractive? I suppose everyone must have had a similar experience. But this case was different, affecting body and spirit at the same time. So when I tell you what happened with me, please bear in mind that a similar thing could arrive to anyone given the proper circumstances.
The events I will recount take place in the early 90’s, when I was first living in Paris and holding down my first job after university. My pitiful salary afforded only a tiny 25 square meter studio in a less-than-fashionable neighborhood; but when one is young and in Paris, one’s lodgings are of minor importance. I had formed a romantic “liaison ” with Robert, a man somewhat older than myself and of more substantial means. He occupied a splendid apartment in the second “arrondissement”, and I spent most weekends there. Read the rest of this entry »
I am your average male…loves football, loves a nice cold one, and absolutely loves hot women! I know, how predictable, yes? Well, so be it. I”m happy and find my way into the arms of more than a fair share of the women I find attractive. But something, or rather, someONE happened to me a year and a half ago, that has forever changed me, and in some ways come to own me. I recently moved out of the field of operations for my company and into the corporate office. This also entailed moving in general, so after six years of renting, I finally muscled up a down payment on a modest home and purchased my first piece of real estate. I WAS somebody. Read the rest of this entry »
