I recently retired at the early age of fifty-five and one thing I started to do, in order to occupy my time, was to walk in the park that was just down the road from my place. The park itself wasn’t that nice, but it was a pleasant place, just to walk.
The paved area was used by joggers, sprint-walkers, mothers with baby carriages and so on. Most of the time it was all women during the weekdays. I watched them go by me and I mean to tell you, it was invigorating to watch some of those
I sat outside the office with the internet ad in my hand. I was thinking about how I found myself here today and what would happen next. The ad read ” Looking for lactating women or those that want to lactate. Good pay and flexible hours.” I had found the ad while searching for information about lactation.
First off I am not married and I don’t have kids, but I have this burning desire to have my breasts filled with milk and then emptied.
I’m 24 and fresh out of college.
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Saturday.
Tommy didn’t even look at Gerry. He didn’t even turn around. He just sat there at the bar, nursing his Dewar’s shot.
“How are we going to fix this, Gerry?”
Zephyr was a
Angie walked nervously down the steps and up to the front door, still unable to believe that this was actually happening. Her hands shook as she rang the doorbell and waited for an answer. While she waited, thoughts raced through her head, unable to comprehend that James and his wife had agreed to her request.
The door opened and Angie was met by Caroline, a 36 your old petite lady with an attractive figure covered only by a satin dressing gown. Angie’s eyes were drawn to Caroline’s
Angie walked nervously down the steps and up to the front door, still unable to believe that this was actually happening. Her hands shook as she rang the doorbell and waited for an answer. While she waited, thoughts raced through her head, unable to comprehend that James and his wife had agreed to her request.
The door opened and Angie was met by Caroline, a 36 your old petite lady with an attractive figure covered only by a satin dressing gown. Angie’s eyes were drawn to Caroline’s
Simon thought little of it when his Secretary reminded him she was taking her annual leave from Monday, distractedly answering her by asking if she had managed to organise a temporary replacement.
“Yes,” she replied, slightly testily, “she’ll be here on Monday.”
“Good” he replied, feeling slightly irritated by her tone, “I hope it’s not somebody straight from school who hasn’t the faintest idea how to answer a telephone”
“Promises In the Dark”
I’d never have met Desirée if not for the rain. It was crazy rain, the kind of storm you get maybe once every couple of years, where it just pours buckets out of the sky and the wind whips so hard the rain practically comes at you sideways and the lightning makes the night seem like day for whole minutes at a time.
Spring rain, warm rain, crazy rain. Desirée’s kind of weather.
She walked into the bar soaking wet. She got a cat-call or two, probably
I’ve arranged to meet a friend outside the local ice rink, but when I arrive, she isn’t there. It’s started to rain, so thinking she might have gone inside to shelter, I open the door and step inside. The sudden blast of icy air chills my bare legs, unexpected after the warmer air outside. The building seems to be empty, so I turn to leave, not wanting my friend to arrive outside and leave, assuming I’m not there.
Suddenly, I hear a burst of laughter, and thinking my
Her name was Luann, and before I ended up sitting beside her at the bar of the Madison Grill on an early Friday afternoon, I had never seen her before, even though we worked in the same office complex down the street.
If I had ever seen her before that, I would have remembered her, trust me on that. Not because she was incredibly attractive, because to be honest, Luann wasn’t, at least not to the average red-blooded American man.
Then again, I’m not average. My tastes run contrary
She dresses in her usual attire: a white button up blouse undone to just the top of her cleavage; a black skirt and matching blazer; black, sheer stockings, and black pumps. Her make up is done in a professional manner finished nicely with red lipstick. Her red hair is done up in a bun with wispy stray hairs hanging down on the side and in back.
She takes one glance in the mirror and nods in approval before grabbing her handbag and leather briefcase to head out the door.
She was up pretty late
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