I am the owner of a small manufacturing business which will remain nameless for reasons that will become obvious. For the same reasons, my name can’t be revealed.
Arriving in my office on a Tuesday morning, I was faced with the usual issues to deal with, none of them enjoyable. Yesterday we had three people call in with the “Monday Flu,” and I have to meet with each of them to let them know this is unacceptable. We only have 40 employees, and we need to be able to count on
It’s a bit of a librarian look, the way I wear my hair at work. All coiled up on my head, and stuck through with several of those Japanese-looking hair spikes. Not a strand is out of place, and the hair is wound and wrapped tightly into a bun roughly the size of one of those Kaiser rolls the bun it makes is easily the size of one of those Kaiser rolls.
It’s about the color of fresh bread, too: either a very light brown (which is how I like to think of it), or the dirtiest blonde
We hadn’t seen each other for a month. I had been away on business, he was starting a new job, so we were both busy, stressed out, and generally negligent of our relationship.
My lover flew up to meet me and help me drive back home. Since he was very busy at his new job, he only had one day off that week, so I drove my packed car to the airport, picked him up, and we started the eight-hour drive home.
I was nervous on the way to meet my lover. The month’s absence had been a mixed
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“Hold on a second,” I said through my phone as I was standing in the parking lot looking for my car keys. Ah, found them! “Alright, what were you saying?”
My best friend, Laura, always tends to ramble on a little and if I’m being honest, I occasionally tune some of the less important parts out. “I was seeing what you were doing tonight. Wanna come over? I’m bored.”
“Yeah, I’ll be over around 6. Make sure food’s ready
I am sharing my history with you for fun not trying to get a good grade for English class. I did a spell check that’s good enough. Enjoy my story and comment on the story, not the grammar.
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Last night was fresh in my memory, I had seen Ben’s sleeping erection and then later I awoke to him having a wet dream and shooting his load on my bare back.
I look at Ben and think, he is 18 it would be fun to see how a little teasing might affect Ben. If your just reading this second story
Being gay and a professional sport figure does not always go hand-in-hand. Over the years, several prominent sport figures have revealed their sexuality. David Kopay, Ed Gallagher, Roy Simmons, Glenn Burke, John Amaechi and Billy Ball, just to name a few. In most instances, revealing their sexuality resulted in banishment from the sport that made them household names.
So, you can understand my reserve in letting anyone in on my secret. My professional career as a pitcher in major leaguer
“It’s the edge of our perception, where what we are familiar with almost, but never quite, crosses over into the unknown. Like in a dream. Can anyone give me any examples of limnality?”
If hands went up, Melissa didn’t see them. She was herself staring out the clichéd example of limnality: a window. Bored bored bored. Mr. Williams was a decent professor, when he wasn’t lecturing on feminist undertones in 16th-century literature or counseling the other students on their “negative language,” but
He couldn’t wait to meet her. It felt like he had waited for this for so long and at last his fantasies were about to come true.
They had met over the net and immediately both knew they had found exactly what they had both been looking for such a long time. To him she sounded like the hottest older lady imaginable who he had long dreamed of to teach him all she knew. To her he sounded like the young hot stud she had been desperate for to fulfill her in ways she almost daren’t
I am a 32 year old woman. My name is Tiffany. I have two school-age kids and have been married since I was 18 years old. Even though I have two kids, I have been told many times that I don’t look it and get compliments on my 5’4″ 38-24-36 body all the time. This is my story.
It was a Thursday just like any other. My work week had been so stressful I was going crazy. I seemed to have a million projects going on at once. The only thing I did different on this Thursday was decide
Green eyes stared back at her from the mirror as she pondered the start of their special weekend. She had pinned so many hopes on this time with her Master. Hopes for romance, kinky sex, laughter and a hope that they would feel even closer after spending this time alone were in her heart. She desperately wanted to please him.
She also wanted them both to enjoy some quality time together, something that had been very scarce lately.
She brushed her shiny brown hair and pulled it back behind her
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