Why did they name me Jasmine? Sweet? Nauseating. No fire in Jasmine They don't know what I called myself for three years - Mistress Firethorn.  When I hit eighteen, I set myself up as a dominatrix. Satisfying, you'd say. Would have been if the men weren't such wimps. It was great at first, willowy me wielding power over pallid backsides of professors and financiers. That mystery they couldn't keep in their trousers gettin...

Tuesday morning Tom, HR director called Kelly into his office. They had some polite small talk for a few minutes. Then Tom asked Kelly if she would please close and lock his office door. Kelly sat back down and said, “What’s up Tom?” “Mr. Johnson wanted me to let you know that he continues to be very impressed by both your work and your enthusiasm toward the company. He asked me to let you know you will be getting a $1,00...

It was December of 1982. Kelly wore a white sheer top and a rah-rah mini-skirt to work on a Monday. She left her bra and panties at home. She received appreciative looks--no, stares--from all of the men. Each, at some point during the day, made a point to stand before her and study her tits with various degrees of subtlety. Kelly was positive that by the end of the day none of them knew that she has blue eyes. Kelly, bein...

On the first Saturday of every month, Priya and Mark would have Mark's boss, Colin over for dinner. Mark had developed a good rapport with his boss over the years at the company and had already been promoted once thanks to a recommendation by Colin. Colin was due to come over tonight and Priya had been feeling a bit anxious all day. Colin was a real charmer and has typically enjoyed a lot of popularity with any ladies he...

“This crazy heat has got me acting so damn horny,” Karen muttered under her breath. Even as she said it, she knew deep down that was only partly true. Her hunger for some hot, dirty sex had been going unfulfilled for weeks and weeks, long before the summer heat wave had descended over the city. “What did you say?” Trish asked. She wiped away a heavy dew of condensation from the disposable cup she held before pressing her...

I'm just shy of turning twenty-one. I'm your average guy: tall, short brown hair and blue eyes. I'm not athletic at all, but I'm not overweight. I'm just average in most places. I've recently started a new job as a receptionist, so I work nine to five Monday to Friday, except on Thursdays where we're open until seven. Normally it's pretty dead on a Thursday evening so everyone leaves at five and I hang around by myself un...

There are two types of jobs for women in Las Vegas. You can be a showgirl/stripper or you can be a casino dealer. Young and dumb and willing to try anything I left my mid-western home with all my savings and a lot of hope to make it in Las Vegas. It didn’t take long to find a small apartment in the back of a tiny house located in a decent neighborhood.  But it also took most of my savings for first and last month’s rent. ...

It was a long hot day at the office - meeting after meeting after meeting - and the air conditioning was down in the building! I could feel the beads of sweat dripping down my cleavage, making small puddles in the bottom of my lace bra. I could not unbutton my blouse any more without popping right out of it but I also needed to stay cool. I could already see most of the eyes in the room were watching my breasts rise and f...