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Up front I’ll say that I’m no Adonis. I’m not movie star handsome, I don’t have an especially great body and truth be told I’m not much more than average in any of the hundreds of things that women look for in a man. God only knows why Mellisa decided to chase after me.

I started working part time for the XYZ Corporation when I was a seventeen-year-old high school student. I continued working there when I started college and at nineteen when a full time position opened up I applied for it and got it. It was a hard life for me trying to handle a fulltime job and a full load of sixteen credit hours at school. I had zero social life, but it didn’t matter to me because I had a goal. I was determined to get a degree and get a good paying white-collar job. I was not going to end up like my father who spent his life working the blast furnaces at the Ford Rouge Plant and who came home every day worn out and beat down. To dad it was a great job. It was union, paid well and had great benefits, but it was back breaking labor and it just wasn’t what I wanted for myself. I fully intended to make that early start at XYZ, coupled with my degree, lead me into middle and upper management. Continue reading »

He was only an hour away. He’d slept on the plane, rented a car and then checked into a motel, shaved, showered and taken a short nap. When he’d dressed, gathered his stuff, stuffed all but the garment bag into the trunk and checked out. She should be home now and his mind was filled thoughts of her during the drive.

She’d visited the tanning salon this morning early and then left work early for a quick wash, set and dry at her favorite salon. She still arrived back at her apartment an hour early. A shower and intimate shave, a touch of perfume, and her white shorty prepared her for his visit. The shorty was transparent with a bright blue faux fur trim It was supported by spaghetti shoulder straps and hung loosely from her bosom. It flared from the straps to her waist and the hem ended only three inches below her bottom. She checked herself in the mirror and liked the way the loose fit accentuated her breasts and openly exhibited them. She’d made the bed this morning with a fitted white satin sheet and Bright blue pillow covers that almost matched the shorty’s trim. Continue reading »

*Fantasy 2: BRIDAL SUITE*

Arnold Craven was facing out through the big window of his Manhattan office, speaking on his cell phone when his pal Johnny Olron strode in. Turning, Arnold finished the call to welcome Johnny whom he was eager to see.

“Johnny!”

“How”s it hanging old fart?” Johnny said in his standard greeting.

“Still tight.” Both laughed aloud.

Arnold was jubilant. “Hey, thanks for the gift. That was awesome!”

“Beyond your imagination, huh?” Johnny said throwing himself on an expensive leather chair next to Arnold”s large mahogany desk draping one jean-clad leg over the arm. Continue reading »

Chapter 1

*Katherine*

Knowing my interest in the subject a friend had told me about an exhibition I should see, a group of six photographic artists were showing their work at a small, private gallery. It was mid evening by the time I got there and by then there were very few people left in the place so I was able to view the items without the usual noisy gaggle that often attends such exhibitions. Each artist’s work had been grouped and as I found most of it relatively unexciting I had been strolling through the displays, but when I turned a corner and saw the hands I stopped dead in my tracks. Continue reading »

By the time my night at the courthouse had ended, I couldn’t think of anything else but the vision of sensual beauty that was currently waiting at my apartment. My mind was racing over what she was doing right now. In my mind, she had already slipped her blouse off, her bra tight against her supple breasts. She unzipped her skirt and slipped it off, leaving it by the door as she walked to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. As she slowly sipped it, she absentmindedly let her fingers trace around her rapidly hardening nipple through the soft silk of her bra. As her nipple grew hard in my mind, I was having trouble controlling myself as the subway arrived and I hurriedly hopped on. She finished the wine and undid her bra, casually letting it slip to the floor, her firm breasts looking so perfectly tempting in my mind’s eye. Continue reading »

We will make her ours angel

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I struggled to hear the connected tone as I held the phone away from my dripping hair, water running down the nape of my neck and those few drops running over my forehead that had been missed by the wrapped towel, you picked up.

“Hello you,” I said as I heard your standard phone greeting, smiling at myself as I heard the tone in your voice change and that smile break before you replied.

“Well hello there angel, all ok?”

“Sure is, but Tash is running late, going to be a late dinner, would you mind dropping by to pick me up in say an hour,?” watching my lips move as I said the words in the mirror, smiling to see if I could see the wet on my lips that you said you could always here. Continue reading »