THE OFFICE MARLENE AND HELEN A lesbian tale
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3 pm, I am looking at my laptop screen trying to get things done. The to-do list was just on my side, there were still a lot of things undone for the day. The ac was at its best, and the dead silence in the office made it more difficult to finish the list, I could see everyone glued to their chairs and screens.
My eyes slowly started shutting, my mind, not focused and after few sec… minutes…. I realized I have already slept, my eyes had closed. I open them fast, looking around if someone had caught me. I knew the culprit that had put me in this situation. Every time I had them for lunch, my post lunch sessions was at war, to keep my sleep enemy, taking my time away. The delicious andra style cuisine for lunch, which had put in such a state. I was struggling to keep sleep away, but then I realized it was just waste of time and it’s better to give in, so I surrendered. I literally dragged myself, not ready to encounter any conversation’s on the way and looked busy with myself. I glimpsed at other tables, I think they were in the same state, that I was in. I actually could see a few who had slept comfortably resting their heads on the table. I continued my journey to the sleeping pods ( this was a place in our office reserved for all those who worked late shifts and needed to catch some sleep.) it was not the best thing to do, while the rest of my team was still trying to clear those deadlines. Uh! I just didn’t care much and I really needed sleep.
The place was secluded from the rest of the busy office and was very dim lit. It didn’t have any vibrant colors, we had chosen a gray tone for the entire sleeping area so people could rest in peace. I stepped into the zone. There were a few pods which were occupied. I went to a pod which was at the end of the room and opened, the bed was beautifully made, and the cozy gray blanket, was ready to be used. I placed my phone in the charging station, I saw a few notifications, but I didn’t bother to check them. I had thanked myself for creating this space as all my team would benefit and take some rest from their hectic work life. I slept with a good note and a smile on my face I closed my pod and went away to sleep.
Few minutes had passed, and I had all most lost, sleep had just set in. Grrrrrr….. Grrrrr ….Someone phone started to ring, it was pretty loud and obvious to ignore, as I was close to the charging station. The sound was loud enough to distract my sleep. A little lazy to get up, I thought it would stop after a while and I could continue my sleep and thank god it did. I was ready to get back to sleep and the devil poked me again. Uh!.. I had to get up, and I hated it. I was annoyed and went ahead to stop the phone from ruining my sleep. As soon as I got up, a tall lady was already at the station putting the phone to sleep. I smiled looking at her, at last, someone had done what had to be done.
In a very soft tone, I said “thank you” and smiled at her as if she had saved me from getting killed by a shark.
“oh!, I had to, it was ruining my sleep, is it yours?” she asked.
“no, I thought it was yours!”
“nope looks expensive surely not mine”
“ haven’t seen you in the office, which department are you from” I was curious.
“ I am actually new here, from the accounts section, just got appointed last week”
“hope you’re liking your new place, and thanks for helping, need to catch some sleep take care !”
“me too, nice talking to you good night” and she smiled and got back to her pod.
I really didn’t want to drag the conversation further, and wanted to get back to sleep. As I got back to the pod. The cozy blanket made me smile, I slept again, and waited for the lost sleep to return.
I closed my eyes, waiting to slowly drift away to sleep, but it seemed to have gone away. The thought’s of the lady had gotten into me. She was a tall lady, in her late 20’s, a casual black, tank top and slim fit jeans. She had soft curly hair still her shoulders, beautiful eyes, and a pleasant smile. A bracelet in her left hand and leather boots to match the whole look.
I wondered, how I didn’t know about a new employee in my office. The thoughts slowly muted and I slowly drifted away to sleep.
Days passed by, I had become busy with work and travel, the company was looking in better shape with a lot of big clients and projects. Expanding business meant a lot of travel, meeting, hectic schedules and less time at the office. I was focused on building a strong reputation for the company and myself.
With the focus on all these, I had missed my review meeting, and that showed up on the sheets. The accounts had messed up with the taxes and other expenses had not been filed. So I asked someone from my accounts department, to come in immediately and sort out whatever was necessary. The taxes had to be filed the next day.
I was sitting in my cabin with a cup of tea and my table looked quite messy, receipts, bills, purchased orders, all messed up, my laptop was covered in a heap of papers. The rude’s designs were lay undone, I had to still finish the design’s for rude’s and then sort the accounts followed by the post lunch meeting’s. “ oh god, this is going to be a long day ahead,” I told myself. I called up right to cancel all my meeting for the day as the accounts was an important task at hand. As soon as I dropped the call, there was a knock at the door, “may I come in ?”.
I casually told a “yes” still trying to figure out the update quote that had been sent.
“hello, sir”, said a lady’s voice with some anxiety.
I looked up to see, the same lady I had met in the sleeping zone. I totally had forgotten about her and was expecting me. Rao to come from the accounts section. The lady’s face looked anxious, but she managed to smile.
“hello, please sit down “.
“sir I am so sorry, I didn’t know you were the boss and just assumed you were an employee here. I must have known, I am really sorry”.
“ it’s totally fine, I don’t believe in all this boss concept and it’s okay you can treat me just like other employees” though I said that my mind was still focused on the sheets and I just continued.
“ why have the accounts been so poorly managed, I have never faced such problems with accounts from me. Roa, he was always there to take care of it, but this time I see that there had been a lot of miss accounting, what is the problem?” I told a little annoyed
The lady felt uncomfortable with my straight question, her smile had vanished from the face, she was looking else were trying to recollect her words as to what she had to speak. I could feel some guilt on her face.
“is there a problem Anitha”? I asked again straight, I had seen her name in one on the invoices and recollected it.
She collected herself and spoke.
“sir, me. Roa is not keeping well and he will be unable to come today, and he has told me to take charge and do whatever necessary for us to file the taxes by tomorrow.”
“okay that’s acceptable, but why has there been so many errors, I do not understand. It was never this messy before.”
“the fault is mine sir, I am new to your organization and I didn’t know the norms and hence there has been error’s from my side, I will make sure it’s fixed by end of day and we should be ready to file in the taxes by tomorrow”.
“hmmm. I hope you know what you’re committing to, this still requires a lot of correction. Finishing this by end of day is going to be hard.”
She knew it too. The amount of work was way too much for her team to handle and finish it by end of day. That too without road’s help, we both knew how hard it would be.
“ okay let’s not waste time then, please let’s get started.”
“ sure sir “ she sprang up the chair and wanted to hurry out.
“Anitha, please arrange a table for me in the accounts section, you surely need a helping hand, I will work with your team, hope we can complete this by days end.”
As I got up to remove my suit, pulled up my sleeve’s to make myself comfortable to for the long day’s work. Anitha stood there looking at me with a smile.
“thank you, sir. This is really sweet of you to help us, I am sure we will finish up the work today.” she was excited.
The smile had returned and she looked more confident. Our eyes met and she was looking beautiful, she had soft skin, the curly hair made her look cute, you couldn’t miss noticing her long sexy legs covered with those rugged jeans. She turned back to get out, and her ass swayed to add to her beauty. I thought I was lucky enough to get that view. I think men cannot ignore a beautiful butt, she turned back and saw me checking her lowers. I looked away as if I never saw anything, but women know what you look at when they turn around. She just smiled and left the room. I hit myself for the stupid mistake and laughed at my own self.
I had moved into the accounts section, it was a cramped room, I was given the table that me. Roa, there were totally of 4 members in that room including me. We started to work and it was not an easy task at hand, I had done all of these by myself at the starting stages of my company, so I knew most of the job. Anil helped me with the brief and helped me familiarize with tally again. Raghu frequently intervened for my guidance, few people randomly came to the room and were shocked to see me sitting there and working, but I didn’t care much and got back to work.
The lunch was called into the table’s and we ate as we were doing the work. It was 3:00 pm, I knew everyone needed a break, they were scared to walk out while I was still working, so I told: “we will break for 15 min and get back to work later”. I could see a smile on the other two’s face while Anita thanked me with her eyes for understanding. I got out and started heading to the marketing meeting, that I had scheduled and was unable to attend. I spent some time there with the other members and got back to the accounts room, people had already gotten back to work and I continued without disturbing anybody.
It was 9:00 pm and we were almost done, everyone had worked way too hard to complete the accounts, the rest of office had left for the day. I had finished my part of the work, while anil and Anitha were cross-checking the numbers. I sat on my chair and was resting, the final revenue had come in, they printed the final statement and gave it to me for verifying. I went through the document while the rest three were anxiously waiting for my feedback.
“ okay, awesome guys! I think it’s correct, just send a copy to me. Rao for verification and also the ca and yay!! We have done it. Great job all three of you.”
They thanked me too for my support. I headed back to my cabin to pick up my suit and keys, as I go out of the room, I thought it would be nice to get out with the team, as we had all worked hard and deserved to party. Immediately I went back and saw that they were all packing up ready to leave.
“I think we have worked hard and its time to have some fun, treats on me,” I told excitedly
Anil and the other guy looked at each other, for answers. Anil spoke
“ Rahul, sorry but I have to go back home and it’s already late, and by the time I reach home its going 11 in this traffic.”
The other guy joined.
“Rahul, it’s already late and even I can’t come, my wife would be waiting for me.” “you Anitha,” I asked
“yes sir I would love to come, anil join us know please.” she pleaded,
Both the men were still not so comfortable with Anitha yet as she was a little new to the system. They discussed within them self’s and told it was not possible. We could do it in the weekend they proposed.
“okay, fine let’s do it in a weekend,” I told this heartedly and left.
I picked up my keys and headed back to the exit. While at the elevators I saw Anita was waiting for someone, she saw me, came close and spoke.
“ sir I know you really wanted to go out with the team, they have to travel far and you know the Bangalore traffic. If you don’t mind I can join you, I stay close by and get back home fast.”
“oh “ I was taken aback, I didn’t expect this for her.
“ okay, great! Let’s go, and thanks for understanding.”
We went to the front lobby and the watchman went to pick my car from the basement. We waited there until the car returned. We both were busy with our phones, as the phones weren’t attended the whole day.
“ where do you wish to go Anita?” I said after taking care of hundreds of messages unread.
“anything is fine sir?” she told not knowing where to give her attention to, phone or me?
“ a drink at brewsky is what I think is perfect now. Would you be okay with it ?”
“yes, sir! Perfect I love their terrace, and I can get back home quickly, I leave close by.”
Just then my car arrived and we drove to brewsky. It was a 40 min drive from our office.
A track from Anoushka Shankar played as soon as I started the car, and she wasn’t enjoying it as much, I asked her is she wanted to change, we changed it to the FM station and there were Bollywood numbers playing.
She was happy and relaxed herself to the chilled AC. The phone just didn’t leave her hands, she was busy texting for a while and finally ah! She exclaimed and kept her phone on the dashboard and apologized. All her friends and family had wished her on her birthday and she didn’t have the time to reply back to anyone.
“it’s your birthday today”? I screamed anxiously
She smiled and told ya ! With a little disappointment.
“oh my god, I am so sorry “ and I started to sing for her.
She blushed a little and thanked me.
Everyone’s birthday is celebrated in our office, it’s a custom and I was curious to know why it was not done today. I let my curiosity out and she explained, people were trying to come into my room and as soon as they saw you, they went back. I also told them, that she could not afford to waste time as the deadline was tomorrow, and the party would take a lot of time and distract the team. She accepted my invitation to come out because she didn’t want to spend the rest of the night alone at her apartment, she at least wanted to go out.
I was dumbstruck, I really didn’t know what to tell her. There was silence. I collected myself and spoke.
“ okay, happened is happened, let’s make it a better day from now, we still have 2 hours left for the day to end, trust me I will make it the best birthday you have celebrated.”
She refused, but I insisted. I made few calls to my friends I usually hang out with, spoke to kamal from brewsky. Told them to make the arrangements for the birthday. Secretly typed out few messages while I was waiting at the traffic signals, and did whatever was possible at that moment. She was quite amused, watching me do all these.
“I never knew bosses could be so sweet,” she told a bit hesitantly.
“ ha ha, I told you already I don’t believe in the boss concept, all of us work for one goal in the office, we are all employees and no one is above anyone, in fact if you have observed you are the only one in the office who calls me sir, everyone call’s me by my name”
She went back her memory lane and told: “ oh yes, I know, no one calls you sir, expect me”.
“ but it’s nice to call you sir, Rahul is too cute”.
“cute?” I was shocked
“ yes sir you’re like my age and I start calling you rahul, it feels like I am calling a friend. Not very professional, now it feels like you’re my boss”.
“okay Anitha, call me whatever you’re comfortable with”
Just then a lovely track started playing in the background and we both started singing.We were all out and screaming on top of our voices and dancing in the car, it was fun to have a girl with that energy. We continued to sing and the people at the signals looked and smiled at us having fun. She loved the attention, she was bubbly, crazy, fun and also a sweet person.
We had almost reached the place and I made a quick call to my friend to know if everything was set. We got down at the valet parking and headed towards the top floor. The lady greeted me as I was a regular there. Kamal from the other side gave me a thumbs up and showed me the way to the table. As soon as we stepped in all of my friends were ready with a big cake and started singing the birthday song to Anitha. She knew no one, and no one knew her, but still thanks to all my best buddies they are always there for me when I need them. Kamal and the staff also joined, and soon everyone’s head was tilting and the other tables got into the rhythm and started to stand up and sing. Anitha almost in tears, looking at the whole pub sing for her on her birthday, they blew some pop’s and I expected it to be the way it was.
Rashmi came in and hugged Anitha to console her and the rest of my team join for a hug. I got up on a chair and thanked everyone in the pub and gave a special thank you note for kamal, he has always been there and is the best manager to take care of all our needs, the crowd applauded for him and kamal felt shy and thanked me, I gave him a hug, he felt special and his face lit up with a beautiful smile. The gang had already settled and were waiting for me. I went in to join, Anitha got up gave me a hug and told: “thank you, sir”.
Someone heard the word “sir” and started to pull my leg. I introduced all of them, and she beautiful jelled in with the rest, we spoke, ate, drank, made fun of each other and Anitha loved my gang and had already become close to a few. I could see they had exchanged numbers to keep in touch. I enjoyed myself. We paid up and all headed back to the parking. The day still not over for us, and we all headed for a drive in the city it was 11:30 pm and the traffic had come down drastically. Anitha was comfortable with the rest and went in another car. We roamed about in the city and again at 12:00 we stopped on a flyover to cut a small cake for her. She cut the cake and gave it to me first and then the rest jumped onto the cake. It was cold out there and I gave my suit jacket for her to cover herself up. We spent some time talking and smoking there and then we planned out to head back home. Anitha sat back in my car and we were about to leave and suddenly Rashmi came back to her and gave a gift. A big box, even I didn’t know what it was. Anitha initially refused but gladly accepted it later.
“what a day! Oooh?” screamed Anitha as we started.
“glad you like it”.
“you have an awesome gang of friends Rahul.”
I smiled at her for calling me by my name.
“ ya actually Rahul is nice, sir is too formal” she blunted
Anitha was busy unpacking her gift as I started back to drop her off.
Rashmi had selected a beautiful blue dress for her when I secretly texted her. Rashmi always knew to impress people by gifting and this time it didn’t go wrong too. Anitha loved the dress and thanked me and texted Rashmi of how much she loved it. She was happy. I loved to see people happy around me, and I liked Anitha for what she was.
We had reached back to jp Nagar and Mr paul john’s whiskey had already set in, and I was feeling a little drunk. I was not in too much control of the car. I usually never went behind the wheel after drinking, but this time I had no choice.
Anitha slowly guided me to her apartment road, she was also a little tipsy and finding difficulty in finding roads.We got down in front of her apartment she handed over my suit and gave me a hug. She told me to stay as it was not safe for me to drive. I knew it wasn’t, but I was a bit hesitant on staying. She repetitively asked me to come up have a lime juice and head my way back after some time. I gave in, locked the car up and followed her to the apartment.
The watchman greeted her and smiled at me. I smiled back, Anitha stayed on the first floor. She had a small 1 bedroom flat but was beautifully kept, I could see she had a keen eye for aesthetics. She had lovely drapes for her window and a lot of vase’s, candles and artworks on her walls. She had a sofa in the center and no television but just a music player it was quite dim lit. She had a full fledged kitchen, I thought she regularly cooked. She told me to sit while she changed into come thing comfortably. I was looking at few of the photos displayed around the house. She had a beautiful family she had a brother and 1 sister. Looking at the photos I knew she was the 2nd daughter and brother was the elder. I spent some time checking the murals and the painting’s she had displayed. She definitely had a good aesthetic sense and wondering why she would get into accounting. The sound of the door broke my thoughts and Anitha came out of the room.
What are you looking at, she spoke as she headed towards the kitchen.
“nothing was just admiring your artistic sense,” I commented still locked to the walls.
“you like it”?
I love it, you have a great sense of aesthetics.
“thank’s” she handed me the lime juice.
“where’s your glass?”
“ I am not drinking, I like the buzz and I have nowhere to go” she laughed.
“ya, it’s a good buzz and it’s sad it I can not enjoy it much”.
“stay here then, you can get back early in the morning” she casually told.
“ya that would be nice, but are you sure?” I asked in a doubt.
“yes, but you have to crash on the couch, and leave early morning”.
“okay, I understand”.
“cool, so we can have another round then?” and she showed me a whiskey bottle.
“perfect”
She went ahead and started making a drink for both of us at the counter, while I rested comfortably on her sofa with a beautiful view of her ass in her tight gym wear.
” you like my ass, don’t you?” she asked.
“No, I mean I wasn’t checking you out” I tried to cover up, but I didn’t even how I got caught this time.
“I saw you already checking my ass out in your chamber, don’t lie” she giggled while she came back with the drink.
“Ya, it a tuff one to ignore” I gave up.
She smiled and sat on the other corner of the sofa. We spoke a lot office, family, friends and we didn’t realize that we were, way to drunk by then, and the was a connection and the magic happening. Our talks had slowed down and we were just looking at each other, our eyes were glued. She had played a soft music in the background and had just lit the candles on. She had started playing with her hair and smiling at me, her bracelet was dangling in her hands, and she was waiting for a move.
And did things happen between us,? Or the too much booze dosed us off to sleep.
Did I fuck the brains out of her, or was it the cuddly cute romance.
Wait till I tell you the tale.
About the author.
I’m a superb combination of the bad ass dude, the sexy sport, the quirky writer and a man with a heart ( a lion’s heart ;) ). A mixture that would make you mingle, tingle and jingle. Fuck me as hard as you can, let’s see who is a sport.
Stay connected, for the next part.
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This story is a tribute to a friend outside my crossdressing social circle. He really does have the mantra that "to get on business, you have to be prepared to do anything." Just to clarify, he is not a multi- millionaire tycoon, but a corporate accountant. Finally, it has taken a while to publish because the plot of the first draft was utterly absurd and implausible. This version is hardly gritty realism but it is less silly. ********** It had been quite a dilemma for Ash. He...
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. This is the first part of a series of tales I want to write centered around the pistol. Each tale will be a stand-alone piece with a common theme....
My uncovered nipples were perky and poking straight out of my chest my pussy was ready it was really quite wet I hoped he would fuck it, that would be best. Often had I wondered and thought of this night, this time I would catch him I thought with delight. Once caught I would show him and for himself he would see what a wonderfully naughty girl I could be. When finally I heard him it seemed like a dream, I knew if I waited I would miss him and his big throbbing beam. So softly I slipped...
"What?" Cinders asked of her step sister as she she raked out the fourteenth fireplace that morning, "Coming to Saddleworth?" "Yes coming to Saddleworth," Gertie said, "He's coming to open our new Town Hall" "Oh!" said Cinders. "He'll be coming up our road our Cinders," said her step sister Anna,"You'll have to chuck ashes in canal or road will be dusty."me." "Dusty?" Cinders asked, "In Yorkshire, get real!" "It were dry on our Harry's birthday," Gertie...
The de Winter’s Tale. Copyright © Naoko Smith 2015 Many thanks to Sara, curl4ever and Oggbashan for beta reading and giving me their insights into this story. It was the best job in the world! To start with, the pool belonged to Jeff Somers — the millionaire writer who created the Dara Cruft character. Carl had of course grown up playing the spin-off games from Somers’ books — and surreptitiously reading the books. To actually have a job taking care of Jeff Somers’ swimming pool was...
MAGGIE (A Lesbian Tale)This tale takes place in the 1950s in the Midwest)In the middle of Wisconsin, most of the farms are run by families. Maggie used to live on a dairy farm with her husband. When he died in a trucking accident, she sold the farm and went to live in the city. Maggie was still young, in her early 50s, and worked in a dress shop as a saleswoman and she also did the accounting. When she was on the farm, a woman used to visit a few times a year selling sewing material, kitchen...
This is a story I wrote a while ago (3rd story I ever wrote actually). Truth is I never intended to even write a sequel to this story, but it has turned out to be a story that started a series of stories that I have collectively titled "WITCH CHRONICLES". Here is the series and the titles they were originally published under: WITCH CHRONICLES 001 - A TG Witch's Tale WITCH CHRONICLES 002 - Elizabeth's Story-Elizabeth WITCH CHRONICLES 003 - Elizabeth's Story-Lynn WITCH CHRONICLES...
The Wish Maker: A Dark Fairy Tale By Mother Kali Once in a land far away, there lived an extremely old woman who was called, not very imaginatively, "The Old Mother." This old lady lived by herself in a cottage at the very edge of the known world. She had been alive longer than even she could remember. Her face was as brown as tanned leather and deeply lined from all the time she spent in the sun. She was stooped and a little shriveled with age. She wore a plain black dress...
Inside Out, Not A Pretty Tale ? by: r.gold My Introduction - This story is written as part of my therapy. It's not really meant for publication, but I'm only following my therapist's directions. I've been told that if I write it all out it will help me move along and feel better about myself. It contains my personally graphic language, my offensive attitudes, and my sexual descriptions that should offend anyone in their right mind. If you are bothered by this kind of thing, hang...
I will admit this came after remembering a joke told by George Carlin. Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck and Elmer Fudd are characters in the Warner Brothers Cartoon World. I am using them in a jestful tale. A Looney Toon Tale Bugs Bunny climbed into his hole that was his home. He grabbed a stiff metal brush. He began to brush out the shotgun pellets that came from Elmer Fudd and his Shotgun. When he removed all the pellets, he climbed into his shower. The hot water blast removed all the aches....
A West Village Tale I'll admit it. Greenwich Village rules my heart and soul. I'm never leaving and I'll tell you a tale that will explain why. A few years ago on an early November evening, I walked down Hudson toward Bleecker. I had just closed Sweet Seasons, the flower and gift shop I co-own on Christopher and was walking toward my flat on Ann Street. I saw a blur run from the east side of Bleecker barely missing an old woman and heading straight into the intersection against...
This is my tale of how my relationship with my father took an unexpected, or maybe it was expected, turn from what I guess is the normal parent/child relationship to a taboo, incestuous one when I was sixteen. I guess I should start with a little back history. First, my name is Clarissa and most of my life I’ve been pretty shy. My mother’s name was Caralynn and she died when I was eight due to complications of my little brother’s birth. My parents had already been divorced two years when she...
IncestAn Easter Tale. By Kyorii. Chapter 01 The tale of me. I loved reading stories I've been an avid reader all of my life, Mum said that I was a dreamer, but I just loved stories especially the ones with happy endings. In stories the impossible seems possible and magical things can and do happen, I recently read an old fable about a goddess called Ostara who loved children and to entertain them she one day changed her pet bird into a rabbit, the new rabbit then created brightly...
A sting in the Tale Brigid lay in the hospital bed, as impassive as ever. I couldn't help but wonder how much she actually understood of what was about to happen to her. We had told her she was finally to be rid of that most erroneous anomaly that lay between her legs. As it existed now it was shriveled and atrophied and devoid of function. She seemed willing, perhaps even excited to be rid of it. Not that her emotional range really extended as far as excited. It really only...
The Displaced Detective, Part 1 (A Body Hopper Tale) By Limbo's Mistress Chapter One "Here you go, Detective," the barista behind the counter said with a little smile. "One double espresso latte with whole milk." I returned the smile as I reached out to take the cup of steaming coffee. "Thanks," I said. The pretty young clerk smiled again and turned to help her next customer, leaning slightly over the counter. Instinctively, my eyes slid down to admire her pert rear showcased...
The First Story - A "b.j. darling" Tale By Grace Love ------------- While this story contains truthful elements, it is a work of fiction and should not be construed as anything else. Nor should it be seen as condoning risky or violent behavior. All relationships portrayed are of a consensual nature and involve only individuals 18-years-of-age or older. ------------- Master does not allow me to cum. At all. Ever. i literally do not remember the last time i came. It was...
Synopsis.What happens when a man is taken by a woman who needs a pet? Remember: A man is not just for Christmas!An Adult Female Domination Tale by Miss Irene Clearmont & Mrs Jessica McKovanaughCopyright ? 2013 Miss Irene Clearmont & Mrs Jessica McKovanaughTell Tale-----------The footsteps sounded hollow on the bare boards of the floor as she walked towards me. I could not see her, all was dark before my eyes, but her presence was tangible. A force that had captured me and confined me for her...
Teen Fuck Toy – A Thanatos Tale – Part One Author's Note: This fictional tale contains images of torture and humiliation.It is meant for an adult audience that can tell the difference between fantasyand reality. -- Cerberus In a quiet section of Manhattan, a large anonymous brownstone serves as arest home for some members of the Thanatos Society who are too old to carefor themselves. While the residents are wealthy enough to pay a staff to carefor them at their homes, in their declining years...
The Legend of the Latex Princess Rubber Fairy TaleBy Darqside There is an old legend that spans the fabric of time itself, well not really that old actually, but it will be around for a long time at the very least. Legend has it that there was once a young queen who ruled her people and her house with an Iron fist.? She was very strict with her Manservants and Maidservants.? She was a very selfish and indulgent woman by nature, and was very choosy about the men who courted her.? In...
William?s Tale William?s Tale By Lorgrom Hey there my name is William I?m 46 just under 5?8? and 166 lbs. I?m your average looking African-American. Unlike my inner-city brothers, I grew up in a lower upper class city. While most of the kids in school were white they accepted me as one of their own. Since my father was the lawyer for many of their parents. During my senior year of collage, I met Gwen. She was a freshman, who was only there because she qualified for one of those grants...
Nina?s Tale By Dr. Quirt A young Afro-French girl explores her masochistic desires but gets a lot more than she bargained for. This story is the second of a trilogy, the first part being ?Julie?s Story? and the concluding part ?What Happened to Lucy?? Part 1 Hi, my name is Nina and I am going to try to tell you my sorry tale. I don?t know if this message will ever reach the outside world as I shall have to try to smuggle it out through one of the harem guards, tonight. I don?t think...
The Perfect Wife ? A Thanatos Tale ? Part One The Perfect Family ? A Thanatos Tale ? Part One Note:? This is a work of fiction.? Any similarity with persons living or dead is purely coincidental. ?A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? -- Alexander Pope Thirty-one year old Larissa Monroe shudders as her son, Andrew, loudly...
The main character here is aligned to one member of our small social/support group who is a country mile ahead of the rest of us in passability, but lacks the confidence to make the most of the gift in anything other than events for crossdressers. The story itself is unintentionally longer than previous ones that I have posted, but it took a long time to write and kept hoovering up new sections. It is just a shame that I could not think of a decent ending, so if readers think the story...
"The blonde with the big tits in the Zep tee." Our drummer and bass player, brothers Sal and Rik Venturi also left requests. I waved him off, "Not tonight. Gotta work the day job tomorrow." Roscoe smiled and asked, "Not even a quick bj, Kev?" "Nope, gotta run." The Clown Show was an oddly named bar and club that often had us signed on for weekend gigs. Two 45 minute sets after an opening group, usually on the popular Saturday night. This one was a more rare Wednesday night as a...
Once upon a time there was a beautiful little princess. Her name was Aludra, which, in the language of her people, meant “unwanted one”. Of course she didn’t know this, because all the servants in the palace DID want her. They loved her dearly. She was sweet and pretty and fun to be around, whereas her mother was a stone cold class A Bitch. The Queen was such a bitch that, after her husband, the King, knocked her up with Aludra, she poisoned him. “Imagine!” she...
‘OK, I’ll try to start at the beginning. I guess that makes sense,’ Zerzinski said. Once again, he looked toward the corner of the room. Where he kept his memories, apparently. He was finally seeming to be more or less at ease with telling me stories that include intimate details. I would certainly understand if he never got used to it. But it sure flows better when he can relax, as with anybody else. ‘I probably said this before. But it was like coming up for air. ‘Going from being...
The content of the message: call me. There was Cy on the other end of the Skype line. Her hair was in even more disarray than last time, and a towel was hanging around her neck. ‘You’re lucky I picked up,’ she said. ‘I’ve just been at the beach.’ ‘Of course. What else is an Australian to do?’ ‘Dan-o,’ she said, ‘you owe me big time, and I don’t mean sexual favors.’ ‘What did you find? I’m very intrigued!’ ‘You sure as fuck should be! Exactly nothing like this has ever come out of...
When I was interviewing Zerzinski this afternoon, I was once again thinking about the vastly different reactions people can have to the whole Donor X phenomenon. As well as to Zerzinski’s specific kind of sexual orientation, and how people respond to that. The evening’s readings were a fascinating exercise in contrast. Rie never came over that night. Presumably, Zerzinski was keeping her occupied. Though I didn’t know, and kept trying not to care. It was a different, though equally...
Interesting things started happening from the moment I left Zerzinski’s house, to walk down the trail to my place. The first thing was only notable in retrospect. Another beautiful Japanese woman was walking toward Zerzinski’s place as I was leaving, as usual. She appeared to be a member of the Choto Temple. At least, most of the women who were older than teenagers seemed to be Choto members. And this one looked to be in her late twenties perhaps. Her face was lacking the usual...
I lived with my ma an' pa an' my two sisters miles from anythin’ civilized tryin’ to scratch out a livin’. My pa failed in everything he tried includin’ farmin’ an' ranchin’ but him an' ma wuz never bitter an' we wuz a fairly happy family even if we wuz dirt poor. That happiness come to an end one day when I come home from my huntin’. Ma an' Pa wuz layin’ face down in the dirt in front of our cabin. My twin sister Beth an' my older sister Philomena wuz kneelin’ beside the bodies...
Introduction: Bill Tinker relate how he acquired lots of wives in late 19th century Texas. My name’s Bill Tinker an' I am 12 years old at the time I’m tellin’ you about late in 19th century Texas. I can pretty much hit anythin' with my slingshot, mostly rabbits but I can hit doves an' pheasants on the fly too. It’s a good thing too or we’d most likely starve to death.I lived with my ma an' pa an' my two sisters miles from anythin’ civilized tryin’ to scratch out a livin’. My pa failed in...
Life was a bit mundane for Tracy. She was married for about thirteen years. She was a wife, mother, daughter, friend, sister. But she felt very alone. Things were okay with her marriage. They had great sex, but did struggle connecting emotionally. This frustrated Tracy very much. Her husband was an introvert and she was more social. Then one day she went looking for something a little different. She had no intentions of cheating, but just wanted to see what was out there. She discovered that...
HumorA Cat's Tale By Julie O Edited by Amelia R. Author's note: This story was in part inspired by a very strange dream I had recently. Chapter 1 Derek Silva logged onto his computer. He had recently found a very interesting chatroom, and he was hoping that there would be some exciting people in there that evening. It was a little after eleven PM, but Derek didn't care; it was summer, and he had no worries until fall when his college classes started up again. He...
Once upon a time, there was a girl with the heart of a kitten. Shy, and skittish, she was slowly coaxed from under the bed, or should I say, out of the closet by her owner, and then her new found friend and next door neighbor. Eventually, she shared her story, and became comfortable about talking about it, even writing about it, playing with a few select others who would throw balls of yarn for her or scratch her behind the ears and smile as she rubbed up against their legs, showering them with...
FetishThe ranch we bought belonged to a widder that wanted to move to Tarrant County where her son now lived. She already sold off the livestock an’ everything else so there wuzn’t much left except the buildings, a corral an’ fences. Of the buildings there wuz the ranch house, a barn and a bunk house where the hired help stayed. There wuzn’t no hired help left an’ that wuz fine with me. I intended to use that building as sleeping quarters for the children while we gradually built on the main...
Introduction: Bill Tinker relates how he acquired lots of wives in late 19th century Texas. I was telling y’all about moving close to Austin an’ getting another wife but I wuzn’t gonna tell you no more unless you told me how y’all liked my story so far. Well, enough of you said you did that I decided to tell you a bit more. The other wife comes later in my story so I better not get ahead of myself.The ranch we bought belonged to a widder that wanted to move to Tarrant County where her son now...
My name's Bill Tinker an' I am 12 years old at the time I'm tellin' you about late in 19th century Texas. I can pretty much hit anythin' with my slingshot, mostly rabbits but I can hit doves an' pheasants on the fly too. It's a good thing too or we'd most likely starve to death. I lived with my ma an' pa an' my two sisters miles from anythin' civilized tryin' to scratch out a livin'. My pa failed in everything he tried includin' farmin' an' ranchin' but him an' ma wuz never...