Tiffany was an intern. When I first heard I was getting an intern, I was disappointed. You end up doing your work, plus training the intern, and by the time they are useful, they leave. Tiffany was different. She was very quick on picking things up. It was rare that she needed help with something. When she did ask a question, it was one that made me have to think a while before I could come up with the answer. I remember...

I liked stripping. It really gave me a sense of empowerment. I felt like I was in control of everything and everyone when I was on the stage. That was how I first met Steve, though I don't think the dork remembers it! I guess it was before I got the phoenix tat. I asked him what he did, and he seemed reluctant to admit he was an engineer. I'm a sapiosexual. It means I get turned on by intelligent people. Maybe he would ha...

My phone is going off and when I look, it’s my husband, Steve, texting me. He doesn’t even bother to call. He says he is going to be home late from work again. I just finished putting dinner on the table. I sit there and eat alone, having a glass of dark red wine. I know he’s fucking someone now. I take off my pants and start fingering my pussy as I finish eating alone. That bastard. It is a couple of hours later when I h...

I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. Sarah was so different. She was incredible. I wondered if she suspected something. The computer screen was covered in colored lines showing the interconnections of circuit components. DO7 on the microcontroller to DI5 on the motor controller. I had been staring at the same line for ten minutes. It should have only taken a couple of seconds. I shifted my legs a little. Ouch, my ba...

When I found out what Sarah had done, I knew she must suspect something. There was no way she could have blown Steve without tasting my cunt on his cock. What gave her the right to do that? It was sort of like eating my pussy by proxy! I had not given her permission to taste my pussy. Steve belonged to me now just as much as he belonged to Sarah. In fact, it was about time that I showed him that. It was about time I showe...

I have to piss. I am deliberately holding it in now, but I probably cannot for much longer. I am completely naked and sitting at my dining room table. A pair of long red tapers illuminate the room giving off a smell of sandalwood, sulfur, and melting wax. There is an empty bottle of Mueller Riesling in front of me beside a half-filled glass of pale yellow wine, my dinner. Two dildos are on the table, my dessert. One of th...