How It All Started Part IV Marie
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CHAPTER 1
The three principals of nut distributors Billings, Jolliffe and Oliphant, their wide range of tree and in ground products marketed under the BJO logo, had just completed interviewing the three top contenders for selection as the company’s replacement CEO.
The previous CEO had absconded with an undisclosed amount of the company’s money. A professional bounty hunter and had found him living in New Guinea with two women and she recovered all but $27,430 of the money and left him in a local jail waiting for charges to be heard against him for allegedly abducting two female hospitality hostesses.
The whiskies were poured and the cogitation began, lasting the time it took the three men to all leisurely drink three fingers of undiluted single malt.
‘We have examined each applicant’s merits, laying them open to the bone,’ Jeff Jolliffe sighed. ‘So who is it?’
‘I pick William Morrow.’ Herman Oliphant said.
‘And so do I,’ said Arnold Billings, removing a piece of wax from his left ear.
‘Wait up you two,’ coughed Jeff, the company chairman. After the former smoker’s cough stopped he said, ‘Our Mr Morrow has only the second-best qualifications and he served two terms as a politician. Everyone knows you can’t trust a politician. Furthermore we obviously agree that Mr Greenways is unacceptable because most of his experience has come via the IRS and everyone knows a taxman screws everyone.’
‘Agreed JJ,’ Arnold said, ‘and to the reply to our question how many hours are day were they prepared to work, Mr Greenways said eight hours including an hour-plus for lunch, Mr Morrow said up to ten hours while the man with the outstanding credentials and experience, Mr Reeves, said for how many hours it takes.’
‘Yes that was greatly appealing and I almost went for him,’ said Herman. ‘But he then laid down the conditions for that. He said he’d settle for nothing less than a million bucks starting salary and demanded our boardroom with its magnificent views over the city and harbor be converted into a company apartment for his exclusive use and because of his long work hours the company must provide him with women.’
‘Yes, yes but why emphasis women when he made it quite clear that meant only one woman at the time,’ JJ said irritably. ‘What I didn’t like was when he said he didn’t want call girls and then had had the gall to suggest the pool of women for selection could include our wives, daughters and granddaughters. For heaven’s sake, our granddaughters.’
‘Some are of legal age,’ Arnold the director of imports and marketing said.
‘Yes,’ said Herman, director of administration, ‘and Jeff with you being director of finance and client liaison, it must occur to you that having our women in that pool could mean less trouble finding women for him and, as well, he is young and so is unlikely to want to choose our wives to take to bed and of course we should assume our daughters like being taken to bed.’
‘Hmmm,’ said Arnold. ‘On the other hand it could rev our wives up if they all received a robust month or so of bedroom attention from this guy.’
‘Well, we have exhausted our arguments and our whiskies have gone,’ Jeff said. ‘Which one is our preferred guy?’
‘Mr Reeves.’
‘Mr Reeves.’
‘And I go for Mr Reeves too. Bring him in Herman.’
* * *
Nash Reeves (38) had worked as deputy CEO at a big trucking company since leaving the Army four years after competing service in the Middle East, retiring with the rank captain and specializing in the Army in logistics and he’d spent his last seven years as a member of a tactical development team. He was required to give his current employer two months’ notice and that was timely because by then his apartment would be ready. That would involve conversion of the little used boardroom and the adjoining rooms wastefully used as storerooms.
The directors had moaned that would be cramping them for space but Applicant Reeves had said why have a boardroom for just three directors when the chairman’s office was plenty large enough for those irregular meetings. He said if they felt cramped for space they should look on the floor below their offices where there was a huge formal dining room scarcely used these days because most staff preferred to eat out. A small café would suffice.
The three directors had looked at him as if wondering where his ideas had come from. Conversely, the applicant was of the opinion the entire place was a commercial museum, having been left practically untouched for thirty to forty years.
He’d wisely asked what was the maximum he could spend on any one item without prior referral to the chairman. The board thinking he meant just on his company car set that figure at $25,000.
Nash then said he’d be making some changes around the place, possibly big changes, to lower internal costs.
Panic showed on the faces of the directors and they conferred and then announced he could change things on the first four floors of the building but not the fifth where their offices were. Any changes he thought of for their floor would have to be put to the board before a cent was spent on any proposed change. Nash had smiled and agreed and the partners relaxed.
* * *
Nash arrived at 9:10 on his first morning as CEO at Billings, Jolliffe and Oliphant and no one knew who he was. The three receptionists continued chatting about their weekend until Miss Harlow, the manager of HR, saw him standing there and shrieked, ‘Ladies this is Mr Reeves, our new CEO.
The women ran into each other in their desperation to attend to him.
‘Miss Harlow, I waited three and a half minutes for service before you arrived and that is appalling. Please arrange to have these women fired.’
‘Oh Mr Reeves, please. Omigod they have young families. Oh please,’ Miss Harlow said, looking at two of the women who were in tears and the third was so white-faced she appeared on the verge of fainting.
‘Very well Miss Harlow. I have listened to you. Please arrange for these women to have motivational training and issue them each with an official warning as a result of their misbehavior this morning.’
‘Yes Mr Reeves but please excuse me: I don’t know what motivational training is.’
‘Then find out. Take me to the office manager please. I need to bawl her out over this before she take me around the offices.’
‘Mrs Dempsey usually arrives a little late sir. She prefers to take her children to school herself because she doesn’t think school buses are hygienic enough for her children.’
‘Then please advise Mrs Dempsey if she cannot get to work in time she can resign her job here, where immediate effect.’
‘But…’
‘Hush Miss Harlow. No bleating. I did say if she couldn’t get to work in time. I’ll make my own way around the offices unaccompanied. Actually I prefer it that way.’
Nash had to grin. Everyone in the offices he visited had their heads down working and when he approached each person then would look up and smile and say good morning Mr Reeves. At least the receptionists were efficient in getting everyone briefed.
He stepped into the elevator behind a woman in a gray skirt outline a trim butt. He ran a hand down her flank. She spun around arm swinging to slap him but he caught the wrist in blinding speed and gently lowered her hand. She bared her teeth as if to gnash her teeth into his neck but heard him warn her not to bite.
‘Hi you are Jeff Jolliffe’s daughter Marie.’
‘How the devil do you know that you stalker?’
‘I’m the company’s new CEO who is being paid to know almost everything. Your dad has your and your brothers and your mom’s photo on his desk.’
‘But you haven’t been near here in two months, or so that is my understanding. Daddy has been worn out doing your job as well as his.’
‘My contract starts from today. My contract with my previous employer term
inated last Friday. I owed my loyalty to my previous employer until then, not to this company.’
‘Well yes I really do know that. I’m and attorney, but most people don’t act with that level of commitment. Please answer me how could you remember my picture two months after glancing at my face only once?’
‘Well during that glance I stood transfixed, believing I had glimpsed the most adorable female of our universe.’
She giggled and said god he was funny.
‘I’m Army trained and served in military intrusions into hostile territories overseas. It was part our duties to observe and remember things.’
‘Oh that’s very impressive.’
‘Actually you have your dad’s carriage and nose.’
‘Oh god that nose,’ she giggled.
‘Don’t get it altered. In ancient Rome you might have been mistaken for a daughter of the emperor.’
‘Omigod, how can you make something as common as a nose sound so exciting?’
‘One gets a lot of thinking time in the Army. You civilians imagine we are killing people day and night.’
‘Ah yes. Oh god the elevator hasn’t moved or have you thrown the switch?’
‘The deal is you kiss me and like kissing me and I start the elevator. No tonguing.’
She giggled, hesitated, teetered and then stepped in and kissed him and appeared surprised her didn’t grope. He just reached behind without looking and hit the right switch.
‘I’ve never said this ever about anyone but you are really amazingly interesting.’
Nash said authoritatively, ‘The first fifteen-second impression of anyone is usually the best impression. After that it’s all downhill.’
She smiled and the elevator stopped at the 2nd and he stepped out and said, ‘Thanks for that gorgeous kiss. No doubt you will endeavor to meet me again.’
She smiled.
It was morning coffee time when Nash reached the 5th floor. Jeff practically ran across the floor to greet him warming and then turning said, Nash may I introduce my wife Lily and my daughter Marie.’
‘I have already met your daughter.’
Jeff looked very surprised. Nash looked at Marie and she looked back expressionless. Good god, she hadn’t told her father that they’d met and how they’d met.’
‘Oh pardon me, that’s possible my mistake. I’m always meeting beautiful women but not this beautiful and you are a great looking woman as well Mrs Jolliffe. I’m pleased to meet you ma’am. I believe you are wearing Love Intention Purple?’
‘Good god, how do you know that?’
‘Army officer training ma’am.’
‘Oh you are so bright, not at all what I expected. Please call me Lily Mr Reeves.’
‘Oh please call me Nash.’
‘And what do I have on Nash?’
‘Your mom would hope underwear.’
She almost hissed. ‘What perfume am I wearing?’
‘Ah this is difficult. I need to bend over and almost touch the frontal base of your neck to inhale a full sample.’
‘Go ahead. But you won’t get it.’
The test was done.
‘Well?’
‘No I don’t know. It’s one of the newer ones.’
‘Well guess.’
‘Ricci Ricci.’
‘Omigod you are good.’
‘But it’s not Ricci Ricci is it?’
‘No,’ she giggled.
‘Well enough of this. Let’s have coffee with the guys and their wives in Nash’s new apartment. It was signed off last week. We are very impressed and we all want it Nash but if you put new vitality into this company, we will all agree you right to occupy our little palace will have been well earned.’
‘Come through and take my arm Lily. I guess you don’t have to prove your position to the other two wives but it never hurts to reinforce position.’
Lily clutched his arm and said happily, ‘Young man I wonder if you know too much for your own good.’
They all laughed, Lily and Nash leading the way.
His first impression of his apartment, which it’s entrance alongside a newly renovated service elevator that could be accessed night or day from the secure basement car park, was utter delight. The company had spent big on the conversion, incorporating latest developments in apartment fit-outs.
‘Christ Jeff, this looks amazing.
‘Well it cost us a pretty sum,’ he smiled. ‘We expect you’ll be worth it.’
‘Oh my,’ Lily said, looking around slowly and then she waved and called, ‘Hi girls.’
After the introductions Jeff made a short speech of welcome to Nash and he replied.
And then Jeff handed over to his two fellow directors.
Herman’s wife handed Marie a bouquet of flowers and Herman said, ‘Jeff’s daughter Marie came to our rescue three months ago when we lost our CEO. For those three months she has worked for us five days a week from 7 am to noon, carrying much of the minimum workload of a CEO apart from such things as leading forward planning, refining the business plan and marketing plan and drafting those new plans. The directors took over those responsibilities.’
‘Somehow we got through and we are aware coming to us each morning would cost Marie a sizeable portion of her billings because she had to farm out some of her work and we cannot make up for possible displeasure of her clients and even the loss of some of them. But Marie saw her father was in distress, being unable to secure an appropriate fill-in person other than accountancy people and so, having worked in this company after school as a high school student and then as a college student before she went on to study law, she stepped in at her suggestion and performed amazingly well and for a part salary that we know fell well short of her professional earning capacity. Thank you for your wonderful contribution in our time of need Marie.’
‘Thank you Mr Oliphant for those kind words and I really appreciate these flowers. I had no option to come here when I began to notice the stress that was beginning to grip my father. I though this would never do, and I knew what I had to do. I must admit in terms of what I feel I achieved here in my stopgap role and preserving my own business by working late into evenings, I producing satisfying results all round. It was a pleasure working here in an executive role and thank you everyone for working with me so cooperatively.’
After the polite applause Arnold stepped forward and said, ‘Marie step back here please.’
Arnold said, ‘The directors of this company have decided to reward you with a bonus. Please accept these keys. You father mentioned that in the lead up to your divorce there were large debts and you had to sell your lovely car as part of the divorce settlement and since then you have driven an ailing vehicle that is no credit to you. Marie and everyone please look down from this window and see what these keys are for.’
The small group joined Marie and Arnold at the windows and saw a sedan bedecked in flags and balloons. No one else in the company drove a vehicle decorated like that.
Arnold said proudly, ‘Marie please accept from the directors of this company a quality vehicle. It is a new Infinity 6-cylinder FX 35 loaded with extras. Enjoy it dear girl.’
Crying happily Marie hugged and kissed all three directors.
Everyone then toured the apartment, Nash paying the closest attention, and they had to ease by the three people in the kitchen who were about to start serving a 4-course meal for the group as partly a farewell to Marie and a welcome to the company’s new CEO.
It was a fun evening as everyone was out to enjoy themselves.
Jeff and Nash later stripped off the decorations before Marie, who’d only had two drinks, prepared to drive off. She kissed her father and then waved to Nash who said she must come and socialize with him sometime. She laughed and waved without answering.
Nash put his arm around Jeff’s shoulders as they walked back inside.
‘My apartment, that car, you do things in style Jeff.’
‘Thanks buddy. Now lets get a look at this special whisky. The women know they have to drive home. O
h you must get your own vehicle. You may go up to $60,000 on my decision. Anything higher then you pay the difference.’
‘Thanks buddy.’
CHAPTER 2
The receptionists snapped to attention at 9:10 on Day 2 when Nash came down to the foyer and chorused, ‘Good morning Mr Reeves.’
‘Hi Mega, Verity and Mia. My this is an improvement.’
He pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and said they were for their counter. ‘I have instructed Supplies to provide you with a suitable vase and to order delivery of flowers on Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings and you may take turns at taking the flowers home on Friday evenings if they are still looking good.’
‘Thank you Mr Reeves. We feel appreciated,’ Verity the senior receptionist said.
And then Nash struck. He’d asked the office manager for a list of people in the company with personal assistants because the company appeared to have a large number. He found even assistant managers had PAs.
He instructed Mrs Dempsey to email a directive on his behalf that everyone in the company, apart from the three directors who shared a personal assistant/receptionist, was to file a report to the CEO thoroughly justifying their retention of a PA. If they thought they could do without one they should say so. If they thought they should trial without one they should say so. If they thought they could share a PA they should say do. PA’s not required would be given the opportunity to resign and accept a golden handshake or the alternative was to be made redundant.
Needless to say there was bedlam within the company when that memo was fired around.
Nash wisely left the building to purchase a car and to begin buying furniture for his apartment. By agreement with the company, furniture and furnishing were his financial responsibility and would remain his property. He called Lily Jolliffe after he left the office and asked if she would be his consultant to choose furniture.
‘What today?’
‘Yes, from 11:00 would be fine.’
‘So you happily assume I have nothing else better to do and have no other arrangements?’
‘What I assume is you’d tell me if that were the case.’
‘Oh.’
‘You may care to bring another decisive person as a chaperone.’
‘I don’t require a chaperone. Why aren’t you inviting Marie to do this? It seemed to me you are attracted to her.’
‘Good spotting but this only is her second day back working a full day. I have brains Lily.’
She laughed and said good thinking. Marie would be up to her neck in work.
‘Think where we can go for late lunch. It will be on my personal credit card.’
‘Good boy. I can see you know how to treat women. Some guys would only offer a hamburger.’
‘Oh a hamburger. I hadn’t thought of that.’
They laughed and Nash said he’d call for her in his new car if he could settle on a drive-away purchase. He got Lily’s address.
Nash said to the salesman who approached him, ‘Okay let’s talk a deal of this red sedan for me to drive away the minute we settle.’
‘We’d have to do a pre-delivery check.’
‘Hasn’t that been done on this vehicle? It’s done some miles as a demo.’
‘Well yes but not for the new client.’
‘Let’s go and see your boss. I don’t want a test drive as I’ve had an earlier 5 Series and if I find anything wrong with it I’ll bring it back.’
Nash negotiated what he considered a good deal with the manager at the BMW dealership. The guy didn’t know Jeff Jolliffe but knew Herman Oliphant as they were in the same Rotary Club and so the manager got Herman to fax through a company order and the deal was finalized. The deal included Nash returning the vehicle within the next two weeks for the complimentary pre-delivery check. The fuel tank was filled and he was waved off and had plenty of time to purchase a heap of kitchenware and arrange for its delivery before he went to pick up Lily.
Two nights later Marie called that she was waiting to come up. Nash pressed the release to give her access into the car park and he also pressed the release for the service elevator, having told her where to find it.
She arrived and went to kiss him but hesitated. He stepped in and kissed her on both cheeks.
She smiled nervously. ‘Mom insisted I call around and see if they was anything I can do to help.’
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Authors note: This is a true story. The only thing changed was the names of those involved. ***** Finally, I got my friend home. I’ve successfully kept her from being arrested and thrown in jail. I’ve got her home, to her room and into her bed. She’s lying there crying her soul out, and having massive panic attacks. The grief of her lost child from years before, the anger at her drug addicted mother, the shame of having Heroin withdrawals, and the overwhelming despair that all those...
Marie had to work hard to earn money. Her English was not real good and she needed money and a lot to get fake tits so she could be a sexy female escort. Her slim body was not so attractive to the rich men needing a sexy big titted date for the evening. The girls with the big tits did earn a lot of money. Marie liked the idea of being with the rich men, young or old. She was a beautiful woman.She finally got enough money and went in for the surgery. She chose a DDD and knew that would attract...
I met Marie the old-fashioned way. Drunk, at a bar. To be fair, I was drunk and she was sober, but still, my drunken state led me to hit on her, which made her shoot me down. I still entertained her enough to get her number, and after a few days of sober texting and calling, she finally agreed to go out with me. We went out a few times and never progressed further than a good night kiss at the door. She was oddly reserved for a woman of her age (39), but definitely showed signs of passion in...
My name is Kelly-Marie, apparently my parents couldn’t agree on Kelly or Marie so I became a hyphenated child. About myself, I am rather large breasted, I will be covering their size later in this story. I married my high school sweetheart, football jock and current husband of some 300 plus pounds. Being large breasted I have not kept the figure that I had in school either, but no way have I allowed myself to go the way my husband has. Oh yes, this story is also about my son Jarred whom I...
My mother in law Marie moved in with my wife and I a few months ago. She is in her 70's and still a nice looking woman. Short gray hair, big saggy tits, incredible nipples and nice legs for an older woman. We always got along well, but I wasn't sure about her moving in as our k**s are grown and I like my privacy. She wore house dresses with no bra so her tits and hard nipples were always on display. One day she was sleeping on the couch, my wife was at work so I went to my office and started...
The Initiation of Anne-Marie By Rosemary Flowers "It must have been the amphetamines" I mused as I observed my image in the mirror. Why else would I have submitted to this crazy and possibly dangerous challenge? The vision that stared back at me in those unfamiliar clothes was not reassuring. In long blonde wig, absurdly short floral summer dress, high heels and black stockings I was the image most transvestites would die for; but unfortunately the current...
We will now relate what was passing in the house of the king's attorney after the departure of Madame Danglars and her daughter, and during the time of the conversation between Maximilian and Valentine, which we have just detailed. M. de Villefort entered his father's room, followed by Madame de Villefort. Both of the visitors, after saluting the old man and speaking to Barrois, a faithful servant, who had been twenty-five years in his service, took their places on either side of the...
Two days after, a considerable crowd was assembled, towards ten o'clock in the morning, around the door of M. de Villefort's house, and a long file of mourning-coaches and private carriages extended along the Faubourg Saint-Honore and the Rue de la Pepiniere. Among them was one of a very singular form, which appeared to have come from a distance. It was a kind of covered wagon, painted black, and was one of the first to arrive. Inquiry was made, and it was ascertained that, by a strange...
© Copyright 2003 My weekend guest had arrived early from Pullman and was comfortably ensconced in my dungeon. She was properly bound, but with one hand free to select from the array of sex toys I had placed within reach for her use as she watched a pre-programmed series of porn DVD's. I had promised her she could play with my slave, Amy, when she arrived later, but didn't want her wandering around the house since I was expecting some guys over for poker later that evening. I was...
My name is Marie and I am a 42 year old female who loves sex. I had learned to masturbate at an early age. I still do it a couple of times a day, even now. My husband satisfied me when he was around but he died about 3 years ago. I have always loved to masturbate and seem to enjoy it so much. I have a collection of sex toys and dildos which I use often. I keep two small hand towels on the arm of my chair and couch as I am a squirter and my pussy floods when I cum. I use them to put under me...
The Real Stepford Wives: Lizzie's Story By Emma F Author's Note: This story is a prequel to my prior story, "The Real Stepford Wives: Sophia's Story". Both stories are based on Sarah Barndt's original story "The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies" and "The Real Stepford Wives: Sugar Plum Fairy" written by VI several years later. Sophia, along with some of the characters in the other two stories make cameo appearances here. *************************************** I...
The Real Stepford Wives - Vicky's Story By Emma F Author's Note: This is my third entry in the Stepford Series. This story is a prequel to my prior story, "The Real Stepford Wives: Lizzie's Story". Both stories are based on Sarah Barndt's original story "The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies" and "The Real Stepford Wives: Sugar Plum Fairy" written by VI several years later. Lizzie, along with some of the characters in the original two stories make cameo appearances...
The Real Stepford Wives: Sophia's Story By Emma F Author's Note: This story is based on Sarah Barndt's original story "The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies" and "The Real Stepford Wives: Sugar Plum Fairy" written by VI several years later. Some of the characters in those stories make cameo appearances here. ********************** I was four years into my career as a Big Four accountant. Two years ago, I had been promoted to senior associate and was hopeful about...
Knocking on the door to what was supposed to be Nikolai’s apartment I waited anxiously for him to answer. After a few moments I heard a sexy, masculine voice saying just a moment in Russian. I hoped that it was Nikolai. I would know as soon as I gave him the code phrase, and he responded with the completion of the scripture verse. “Blessed be the Lord God of Israel,” I said quietly in Russian when he opened the door. “For he has visited and redeemed his people.” He replied in Russian...
It was always her soft manner as well, always gentle, with such grace, suggested a highly sexual person but more in a role of deep understanding, not just lustful but more cerebral she made no apology for who she was, her boobs were massive and she didn't care if people looked, she got closer, this time invading my personal space"I'm so sorry she whispered"Her exposed boob now so close to my body, you can feel the aura radiating off her, not overpowering, just enough to be comforting. Her...
I'd waited over a week for Keith to come back online again. But he just seemed to have vanished. He had been a guest on the chat site, so I hadn't really considered him a serious prospect. Although he had been kinda cute and it could have been fun if he'd shown up again.In the absence of Keith I was amusing myself browsing the various porn chat rooms I frequent when I'd come across Marie. She'd advertised herself as single looking for fun, but I could see this wasn't true. She was clearly...
today i'm your aunty... aunt Joann mother has sent you to my house, to be my sissy maid for a day you are dressed accordingly....sissy maid uniform, very, very short, stocking tops showing...6" shiny black high heels, strapped on your feet, and locked. your tight corset, making your waist so narrow and feminine...your huge bust in a tight bra....maybe 42 HH...fully made up face...ultra thin brows...full eye shadows massive false lashes, and mascara on top....pale ,...
Hi, it’s me Arun again, with yet another experience. I can’t resist your comments and opening up all my secrets so far. Now I post my experience I had with my other aunt her name is Marie. This happened 7 years before. She was my fathers’ brothers’ wife. She is tall, fair and had ample boobs and ass. I have always fantasized of fucking her. Once they visited our place. That afternoon I was sleeping in the bedroom. My aunt came in after having bath, she had petticoat tied above her boobs which...
IncestIntroduction: Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron get lost in the forbiden forest and finaly let their feeling for each other show. Ron and Hermione were strolling around the black lake, they werent actually dating but they were doing all the normal couples stuff except for the kissing and sex. They saw two people in the distance walking towards them. Is that Harry and Ginny Hermione asked. The red hair was unmistakeable and ten minutes later they sat down on the bank as Harry and Ginny (who were...
The Real Stepford Wives: Sugar Plum Fairy By VI This story is based on my favourite piece of TG fiction, which was written by the author Sarah Barndt. If you have never read 'The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies' then please do so, as it is an imaginative and well told story. Thanks very much Sarah. ************************ I had been performing ballet since I was eight, and for the last six years had been with one of the American ballet companies. I think the fame...
The red hair was unmistakeable and ten minutes later they sat down on the bank as Harry and Ginny (who were dating) walked up to them. "Hey guys" Ginny said in a bouncy giddy voice she always used now it got even giddier when she was with Harry. "Hey" Ron replied "we were just heading back to school for lunch" "Bah that's dull" said Ginny almost actually bouncing now "come with us we're going to the forbidden forest" "You know the forest is forbidden for a reason" Hermione...
The Chelmsford Stalker By Michele Nylons The man sat at a corner table in the coffee shop surreptitiously eyeing off the woman sitting on a stool at bar. She was dressed in a navy blue suit; her jacket was open, revealing well-formed breasts swelling her white satin blouse, which opened to the second button so that a hint of lace bra was displayed. Her legs were crossed and her skirt had ridden up revealing most of her well-formed thighs atop long legs encased in sheer...
Once upon a time.... All my life I had always feared God. Growing up I thought he personally stared down at from Heaven watching my every move, listening to my every thought. It was this fear that has always kept me on the straight and narrow and given me my morale courage. My only sorrow is that I was unable to pass this fear down to my children and from this, there will be no retribution. I am surely damned as if I had spent a lifetime of murder and greed. With this knowledge I don't...
Introduction: Jessaica and her father take a road trip to the small california town Stepford to try a special kind of exotic meat, Bassed on a fictional town (Stepford) in the game SecondLife. Stepford Meat Swap Story: #47 Copyright 2010 Written: October 02 2010 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************* ~~!! NOTE !!~~ This story is bassed on a fictional town within the...
The man sat at a corner table in the coffee shop surreptitiously eyeing off the woman sitting on a stool at bar. She was dressed in a navy blue suit; her jacket was open, revealing well-formed breasts swelling her white satin blouse, which opened to the second button so that a hint of lace bra was displayed. Her legs were crossed and her skirt had ridden up revealing most of her well-formed thighs atop long legs encased in sheer flesh-toned hose. He thought he could make out a subtle seam...
Story: #47 Copyright ©2010 Written: October 02 2010 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************* ~~!! NOTE !!~~ This story is bassed on a fictional town within the game Second Life called Stepford, I would like to thank Ariana RoeCastle, Emilie Muggins & Jerrol Jarvinen of Stepford for thier approval of this...
Clifford sat up in bed feeling the warm body lying next to him. He looked down at the shape in the near darkness. Janet. Christ, why did it have to be this way? He had loved Tracy, he still did. So why was he in Janet's bed? Why did he have sex with her? Four times? Not one of them was anything like the times he had been with Tracy, and yet... He got out of bed and made his way to the window, padding in his bare feet across the carpet. He slowly pulled open the curtains and looked out at...
The Real Stepford Wives: Only Women Have Babies by Sarah Barndt I was once a normal, heterosexual male. That is, I was until I happened upon the town of Stepford. I was spending a few weeks there, installing some equipment at Stepford Pharmeceutical Labs, for the company I worked for. I had recently broken up with my fiancee and was glad to be back on the road as a working engineer. I enjoyed it, but Stepford was odd. All of the men wanted to ask me about my sex life when I...