We have been waiting anxiously all week for Saturday to arrive. We plan to spend the evening hours of a beautiful late spring evening at the opening night of the only still functioning local Drive-In Theater.   We sit in the front seats and wait for it to get dark enough for the first movie to start. Sipping our wine and watching the sun slowly being devoured by the still snow capped peaks to the west and the spread of th...

Marina lay back on her bed and tossed an extra pillow under her legs with a sigh.  They say that Christmas is the happiest season, but working at customer service in a retail store made it impossible to see the joy in it all; there were too many screaming kids and too many people pretending to care about others while trying to spend as little as possible on gifts.  It had been a long day at work dealing with so many angry...

Karen picked up Bobbie’s discarded butt plug.  She didn’t know why Bobbie hadn’t taken it with her, but from the smells still permeating the air in the lavatory, she had a good guess.  Well, that and seeing the disheveled Bobbie slipping out the back way gave her a pretty good clue.  She took it to one of the sinks and was washing it when the door opened and Morgan walked in. Morgan was a manager from the other company on...

Tim wakes up early, realizing he is still holding Abbie on his chest.  He rubs Abbie’s back and works his way down to massage her ass cheeks.  He realizes with the two spankings of Abbie’s bottom, he is getting very attracted to doing that when needed.  The feel of Abbie’s ass cheeks, its softness, and yes, even how it glows when spanking it.  Tim feels the heat emanating from her bum after the previous night’s punishment...

It’s a regular day. Another day going to work. I wake up at 5:30 am, make coffee, get dressed, sip coffee, and then head out the door by six as I grab a bite on my breakfast bar. Regular. The only thing I like about my day is when I get to the train into town. Marcy is there. I don’t know Marcy, I just know who she is and I love looking at her. In fact, I don’t know if that’s her name. I gave her that name. Every morning...

It was the first evening that the weather had been warm enough so I opened my curtains and then the sliding window and stepped out onto my balcony. The fresh, Spring air was a tonic and I placed my glass of wine on the balcony table and sat in the rattan chair and revelled in the view of the rooftops of the city. I’d left the lights off in my sitting room to reduce light pollution but also so I could sit there unobserved....

April’s marriage was a complete failure.  She had married young because that’s what girls did in west Texas. Carl was a few years older and well-respected in their community and church. He was industrious and devout.  Her parents liked him. He was never a romantic, but he’d treated her with respect when they were dating. That ended not long after the wedding. She told me everything sitting on the sofa in my living room. ...

Prisca and Stella were two young professionals in a multinational corporation. Even though the coronavirus was already on its way around the globe their company summoned a number of their young professionals and trainees for a three-day conference at a Paris business hotel. The place was quite luxurious with large rooms and state-of-the-art conference facilities. The first evening was spent with social drinking and pleasa...

Picture this, it is a beautiful summer day, the sun is shining and the air carries a heated, excited feeling with it. I am sat on the outside balcony with a cold, crisp glass of sauvignon blanc in my hand, my dark hair falling around my shoulders as I push the straps of my sundress down to avoid lines, or at least, that's what I try to tell myself. My mind has been wondering all day, fantasizing about you, even though I k...

The last bell of the afternoon finally rang. I hurried down to the toilet block ignoring my school friends and locked myself in a cubicle. Sitting on the closed lid I undid my shoes and kicked them off. Next I unzipped my black trousers and slipped them down my legs and off over my ankles quickly followed by my boxers putting them on top of my shoulder bag. I loosened my tie and undid the top three buttons of my shirt the...

Hank Martin crouched in the bushes on Dundee Hill. Below the sixty-seven-year-old man was the pond at the back of his neighbour’s large property. A few ducks swam along one shore. They were not what Hank was watching. The object of Hank’s attention was Natalie O’Connell, his neighbour’s niece. The pretty twenty-year-old was sitting on the bank of the pond, dangling her feet in the water. She wore tight cutoffs and a littl...