Climbing the Corporate Ladder
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This is a patently romantic story, told exclusively through Maggie’s eyes, Maggie is an attractive, confident, intelligent, well educated young woman on the first rung of the corporate ladder. She finds herself increasingly attracted to—almost obsessed with—her new boss, a married man ten years her senior. Maggie is not a slut, she enjoys sex and likes men, but has always been very selective. As the story begins, her business, romantic and sexual life are all at a low ebb.
The, ‘dirty parts’ of the story for over 90% of it, are essentially confined to Maggie’s increasingly erotic thoughts and musing as her attraction to Steve intensifies. The real sex is near the end, it is hot, passionate and adventurous, but also intensely romantic.
Maggie Phillips pulled into the parking lot of her company’s local office. She had worked for the company for over eleven months, she had become more than a little disillusioned. She had a first class education from an Ivy League university, graduating Magna Cum Laude. She had an MBA from a top Southwestern business school, ranked as one of the best in the nation. She’d gone there to get away from the damned weather in the Northeast. The weather here, where she was now working, wasn’t that hot either.
The company had made her a very generous offer to come onboard as a sales representative, selling their extensive line of high tech products. The founder and chairman had won her over immediately. It had seemed like such a neat company when she interviewed a year earlier at the corporate offices. The realities of the company’s, ‘true’ culture had quickly become evident in this, medium sized city, ‘outpost’.
Maggie got an MBA for her father. He never pushed her, but she was daddy’s girl. He was a businessman and she would become a business woman. Her mother was a moderately successful writer and could easily have lived quite comfortably on what she made writing. Writing was Maggie’s true passion. She could have continued to sponge off her parents, they weren’t hurting financially, and tried her hand at a writing career. That was not Maggie. She was independent, assertive and confident in her own ability. Ultimately, she knew she wanted a family—a husband and a couple of kids. At the moment her prospects weren’t very good in that department.
In college, she had dated regularly, in both college and grad school, she had been sexually active. She was certainly not a slut, but if she did say so herself, she was pretty damned good in bed. She gave Olympic Gold Medal head. She was not afraid to try different things. She liked men and she liked to fuck. Since grad school, her sex life had deteriorated significantly. Here in this dismal city, she had an on and off relationship with a guy that it would have been hard to call a real, ‘boyfriend’.
Maggie didn’t chase men, men chased her, few of them caught her, however. She was a strong young woman, like her mother must have been, and she found few men strong enough to make her happy. She had, through college, had more male friends than female friends, most of those friends were, ‘buddies’ not lovers.
She had her share of lovers in college, but had yet to find that man who could be her friend and her lover. Somewhere out there was a man who wouldn’t be intimidated by her strength, brains and beauty, there had to be that special someone who you just enjoy being around—want to grow old with. Whoever he was—wherever he was—he also would have to make her melt in the sack. He would have to be that man who couldn’t keep his hands off her, nor would she be able to keep her hands off him. Maggie made no apologies for her libidinous nature. She loved sex, hated being without it, but wanted more than a roll in the hay as she thought about her future.
Maggie was a looker, some might even say a ‘knock-out’. She turned heads. In heels, she was taller than most men. She hit a golf ball farther and a tennis serve harder than most of them did. She had a quick wit and an irreverent playfulness, she knew that, too often, she intimidated men. As she drove to the office today, she was pretty sure that she didn’t have a decent prospect of getting laid this weekend. And certainly, even if she got lucky, it was doubtful to be a great fuck.
She had some work to do in the office, but was here primarily to meet her new boss, the new sales manager. The previous sales manager had been a total jerk. He was sexist and condescending, he hadn’t done his job very well, at least from her perspective. His primary job was to help the newer sales reps succeed. The recently departed ass hole had spent most of his time playing golf and schmoozing the senior reps and the Vice President—another completely clueless jerk. He treated the office staff like crap and had seldom, if ever, traveled with her, or many of the other young reps in his short, seven month tenure. He had been promoted, which astounded her, it surprised everyone that worked out of this office.
So who was the new guy? The VP had sent out the traditional memo, ‘welcoming him to the team’, a few days earlier. He was older than his predecessor, based on the dates listed for major life accomplishments, she guessed he was in his thirties, maybe as old as thirty-five. Thirty-five, that sounded really old to Maggie, hope he doesn’t use a walker, she joked with herself.
He had been promoted very quickly from the field, she assumed this reflected the fact that he had not come to work for the company right out of college, had previous experience in the marketplace and that he had done very well in his field position. Maggie was twenty-five, more than half way to twenty-six. Maybe she’d die a spinster, based on her current love life, it was not out of the realm of possibility.
The new guy, she was sure his name was Steve Something, had graduated from a top Southern University noted for its engineering school. She dealt with a lot of engineers in her work, they could be a pretty dull and dry lot. He had an MBA from a respected, Midwestern school, it was one of the top business schools in the nation.
He had served in the military, as a pilot, she recalled and had served in combat. He was married, she remembered. She also had heard that his wife and family—if he had a family—weren’t going to make the move with him. This was a little unusual, but not unprecedented, since this rung on the career ladder never lasted more than a year. Maybe Mrs. New Sales Manager had her own career and didn’t want to give it up. Maybe they had kids in school.
Maggie checked her makeup in the rear view mirror. She examined her reflection in the mirrored glass at the front of the building. She knew she was at least an eight on the ‘hotness’ scale, and on her best days, approached the ten range. She had a full head of naturally wavy, dark blond hair—her true color. Her breasts were small, a good ‘B’ cup, and certainly ‘perky’.
She didn’t have model looks, but did have wide-set, deep blue eyes, decent cheekbones and a great smile. Her legs were long and tanned and her butt turned heads wherever she went. This was her best business suit and she looked both professional and sexy when she wore it. She’d had her share of passes from the lecherous older reps in the sales force, the VP routinely undressed her with his eyes, as did some of her least enjoyable customers.
Maggie reflected again on the fact that she really didn’t like this city. She missed the camaraderie and friendship of college and grad school. Dating was complicated. She wondered why she didn’t just end it with the, on again off again, ‘boy friend’, he was not great in the sack and was beginning to bore her with his predictability. There was one other girl her age in the sales force, but they had little in common. The office girls were nice and she genuinely liked them, but clearly knew it would not be appropriate to, ‘hang out’ with them.
She greeted the receptionist at the front desk warmly and made her way to her cust
omer service rep, or at least the woman she, ‘shared’ with two other reps. This lady had been more helpful to her than anyone else in the place. After exchanging pleasantries and resolving some customer issues, she cautiously asked the older woman—old enough to be her mother, she assumed— about the new guy.
‘So, what’s he like?’ She asked, almost in a whisper.
‘On first impression, he seems very nice.’ The woman replied. ‘He took the time to come in early and spend time with all of the office staff. He went around to every desk and introduced himself. He unquestionably got a couple of the younger ones very wet. He paid attention and maintained eye contact. He appears to be exceptionally knowledgeable about our products—knows the technicals inside and out. He’s definitely an improvement.’
The older woman continued. ‘He’s also a cutie.’ She stated in a confidential tone. ‘I’d certainly jump his bones, if I was a few years younger.’
They both laughed. Maggie worked her way over to the new guy’s secretary. She was also an older woman, probably in her middle or late forties, trim, neat and professional.
‘Can I get a few minutes with the, ‘boss’?’ She inquired.
‘Absolutely, Maggie, Steve’s been expecting you. He’s not on the phone, so just go on in.’ The secretary told her, adding in a hushed tone. ‘You’re going to like him!’
That was a switch, Maggie thought. The previous one always kept the young sales reps waiting in the reception area as some sort of power play. She walked to the open door and lightly tapped.
‘Maggie!’ He exclaimed. ‘It’s great to meet you, I’m Steve. Steve Meyers.’
And as he spoke, he moved from behind the desk and came over to shake her hand. His movement was smooth and fluid, almost like jungle cat on the prowl, nothing awkward or uncoordinated. This was a very different style from the former jerk, that guy had not shaken her hand the entire time he had been here. He also never came out from behind his desk.
The desk was different. Steve had already gotten rid of the overbearing crap the old manager had and replaced it with less ostentatious, more open and friendly furniture. The art on the wall was different, it was more modern, less clichéd. She wondered if the company paid for the makeover.
There was also a computer terminal behind his desk, there was some sort of spread sheet on the screen. Steve’s predecessor couldn’t turn on a computer, much less use it. Her new boss guided her toward the long couch which faced the desk, that was new. Previously there had been very uncomfortable, straight back, office chairs where the couch now resided.
‘How do you take your coffee?’ Steve asked.
Without even thinking, she replied. ‘Black, I like my coffee black.’
‘Good choice, I’m ready for a refill. Can I get you a cup?’ He asked.
‘That would be great.’ She replied, assuming that he would direct his secretary to scurry to the conference room next door to procure the java, as the prior jerk and the VP would have done.
‘Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back in a jiffy.’ Steve said, moving out the door to get coffee for both of them.
A jiffy? That was a word her dad used. How old was this guy, again? He didn’t look that old, even if he was 35, he carried it well. How old is he? Oh, great Maggie, that should be your first question. That’ll be impressive. On reflection, she realized that he had the maturity of someone much older in his eyes, but the style and movement of a younger man. Her dad once told her that combat did that to a man.
She guessed that he must be making fresh coffee, he was gone for several minutes. He’s not too good to make a new pot of coffee, wow. During the wait, she began to examine the office and gather clues as to who this guy really was. That was a technique that the company had taught her in sales training, find out who the, ‘customer’ is, so you can find points of common interest.
The art on the walls was eclectic, ranging from black and white photo art—which seemed to be original work—to modern acrylic paintings. She was surprised to note that one painting in particular, one she found quite compelling, appeared to be an original. On closer examination, she noted the signature and recognized the artist, though not this particular work. What was this baby worth? She mused.
There was a picture of him and some other men in military uniform, flight suits, actually, they were standing in front of an angry looking military aircraft with shark teeth painted on the snout. No photos of children, no loving wife pictures. What was that all about?
His degrees were framed and matted on a small wall to the left of his desk, the, ‘ego wall’ as it was commonly called. Summa Cum Laude, it said. An engineering degree, wow, that could go either way. His commission as an officer in a branch of military service was included in the small cluster of life achievements. A photo of a general pinning an award on him was at one corner.
Her father had served in the military during the Korean war as a Navy Corpsman, her brother had been a Marine, but had not seen combat. This was obviously Army, the aircraft had been some sort of helicopter.
She recognized the general in the photo as pretty famous, he had been in charge of the war in Vietnam for some period of time. The citation framed with the photo indicated that he had been awarded the Silver Star. Impressive, she thought. He was a legitimate war hero. The small cluster of award ribbons, also framed with the other objects, included four rows, she didn’t have the faintest idea what they were for, but had no doubt that he had served valorously. She assumed that those ‘V’ things on more than one stood for ‘valor’.
A photo with him standing between two people, lovingly embracing him, was also prominently displayed, those were his parents, she assumed. An only child? Maybe. As she turned to return to the couch, she noted, for the first time, soft music in the background It wasn’t the obnoxious piped in office music, it was classical music, Mozart she realized, piano, a concerto. I’m impressed, she thought to herself. Steve returned with two steaming mugs of fresh coffee.
‘Sorry it took so long.’ He said apologetically. ‘I had to start a new pot.’
As he handed her the coffee and gestured for her to sit down, he took a seat at the other end of the couch, not behind his desk—another surprise. He moved with purpose and had that erect carriage that belied his military service. When he sat down, he assumed a relaxed posture, turning toward her with his body, open and friendly. They began to chat.
He asked her the usual questions about her previous life, her family and her college experiences. She never felt as if she was being grilled or evaluated. He paid attention, he maintained eye contact, he seemed genuinely interested. Those eyes, they’re blue, but a lighter blue then mine. They’re easy to look at, but penetrating at the same time. As she related her life accomplishments and her experiences since coming to work for the company, she took the opportunity to check him out.
Maggie stood about five foot eight inches, just nearing six feet in her, ‘intimidator’ heels. Steve, she guessed, was just a hair over six feet, maybe six one. His shirt was starched white cotton, straight collar and fit him so well that she assumed it was custom tailored. The tie was more interesting than the other men in the company normally displayed. It was obviously silk, the knot was a perfect Windsor. The shoes were loafers, but high end, not department store,Bally, she thought. The suit pants were obviously wool, and also appeared to be custom tailored.
Steve had blond hair, cut shorter than was the current fashion, but not unattractively so. As she stole glances at his face, she realized that he was quite handsome. His mouth smiled easily, not leering, just comfortable. A hint of tan, but not excessive.
She got back to his ey
es. His eyes were more powder blue, ‘bedroom eyes’ she thought, they had a crinkle at the edges that hinted at playfulness. He had good bone structure, close set ears and a solid, but not too prominent chin. His hands were large, but not out of proportion, he probably wore a size eleven or twelve glove. Large hands meant a large—she caught herself from drifting off into inappropriate thoughts.
Casually, she asked about his wife and kids—if there were little ones. He gave her a brief synopsis, not with any discernible emotion, but the smile had faded, ever so slightly.
‘Janet has her own career, she’s a lawyer, Harvard, Law Review, all that important stuff.’ He told her. ‘She was invited to become a clerk for a U.S. District Judge in North Carolina, an opportunity that would have been impossible to refuse. She won’t be joining me on this move. There are no little ones.’ And at that statement, she noted a hint of sadness which passed quickly.
Steve continued. ‘So, Maggie, I need to let you get out of here so you can go make the corporation lots of money!’ He smiled. ‘Let’s compare calendars, and see how quickly we can schedule travel time together.’
They compared calendars and found a good date later the same week, a day on which she worked with her most significant, but also most demanding, customers.
As she rose to leave, he took her hand. ‘Thank you for coming in to see me, I really enjoyed getting to know you a bit and look forward to working with you on Thursday.’
He said the words warmly, with no hint of flirtation, as he walked her to the building’s front door. The former manager would have simply, ‘dismissed her’ when he was done. Nice touch, she thought. The guy’s got style. As her customer service rep had commented, he was cute, no he was hot. In any event, he was a nice looking man.
Decent guy, she thought. Nice guy. Cute guy. A huge improvement.
As she drove off to begin her day she was pleased. She mulled over her meeting with Steve. He’s smart, he’s knowledgeable and he’s cute, no not cute, handsome, no, he’s hot. She kept coming back to hot. And as she started to fantasize a little too much about Steve, she caught herself, returning her brain to planning her day’s activities.
When a manager traveled with a sales rep, it was customary for them to meet someplace that was reasonably convenient for both of them. The former sales manager had often violated the unwritten rule, if he ever traveled at all. With that jerk, it was always what was convenient for him.
Maggie was renting a small apartment about an hour from the office which was conveniently located to her primary customers. She had no idea where Steve lived, or if had even found a house. It was also standard procedure that the sales rep would drive, since he or she knew where they were scheduled to go, the manager would pickup lunch.
It turned out that Steve lived about half way between the office and Maggie’s apartment. He offered to meet her at her place and leave his car there. This was a pretty typical arrangement, or at least what should have occurred, but never did with Steve’s predecessor.
He told Maggie where he lived, she gave him directions to her apartment complex. She knew enough about the city to realize that his home, and it had to be a house, was in one of the oldest sections of the city, probably on the river and certainly not low rent. Most of those houses were historical properties and easily ran up into the six figures. She thought about driving by his house to check it out, she could envision the embarrassment of him seeing her, somehow, and then having to explain what the hell she was doing stalking him. How the hell can he be living there on a Sales Manager’s salary? Maybe, ‘Janet’, the wife, had money.
Wednesday evening, she wasn’t sure if he would come to the door, or she would walk down and meet him. Just in case, she cleaned the small apartment and put out fresh flowers. Early the next morning, as it turned out, she saw him drive up and decided to meet him in the parking lot.
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When the women at the adult wellness center complained about their married sex lives, or lack of anyway, Sharon didn’t join in since she was getting laid frequently by a nice collection of men. She noticed that Maggie, another single woman about her age, just smiled at the bitching. As they walked out at the same time one day, she asked Maggie to have a drink with her. The weather was nice so they had a glass of wine at a neighborhood restaurant with outdoor seating. Sharon started by asking...
Deep in her dream, Maggie was in the hayloft and the Woodson brothers had her bent over haybales pounding her tight young pussy. She hated them for raping her just two weeks ago but she hated more the fact that her pussy was enjoying their big dumb, redneck cocks buried deep in her cunt. She could take no more and exploded in orgasm, No, No, NOOO! Her eyes flew open and there in the bed beside sat Molly, staring in disbelief. “What are you doing? Are you OK?” asked Molly. “Ummm, yea, I’m...
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about what them damn Worker’s Comp people have decided. All of them white-shirt assholes don’t have a clue the pain I deal with.” Emmitt was injured in a mining accident four years ago and had just been through a disability review in Hazard. Sure, he faked a lot of the time just to get that free money, but he had to play the game. “I should be getting a determination letter any day now.” “I’m sorry honey. I know it’s got ya worried but it’ll work out. Do you want...
Being awarded a senior faculty fellowship was the culmination of three long hard years of work, and David couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this kind of professional validation. Such satisfaction. And the paid sabbatical would be a welcome respite from teaching. He hoped to use that time to finish the text that he’d begun to work on years ago, just bits and pieces collected here and there. He’d use that text to instruct an undergraduate class in the new course he would be adding to...
Emmitt sipped on his black coffee as he watched Maggie walking up the hallway heading to the bathroom of their mobile home. Wrapped in an old ratty white towel, Emmitt caught a glimpse of her naked hip as she turned into the small bathroom. “Hurry up in there! I’m gonna have to get it there pretty damn quick.” Emmitt sat back in the kitchen chair and picked up the morning paper, The Hazard Herald. Their trailer sat on a hillside at the end of a dead-end dirt road about 12 miles south of the...
Betty’s alarm went off at 4:30 as always. She reached over, slapped the alarm, looked over and Emmitt wasn’t in bed. She got up and headed up the hall to the bathroom. Looking up the hall, there sat Emmitt at the kitchen table. She stepped into the bathroom, peed, then walked into the kitchen. “You ok?”“Yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about what them damn Worker’s Comp people have decided. All of them white-shirt assholes don’t have a clue the pain I deal with.” Emmitt was injured in a mining...
Emmitt sat back in the kitchen chair and picked up the morning paper, The Hazard Herald. Their trailer sat on a hillside at the end of a dead-end dirt road about 12 miles south of the small Kentucky town. Their nearest neighbor was ol’ lady Woodson and her two sons who lived at the beginning of the hollow, about a mile back, near the main paved road. Nobody ever came back as far as their trailer. In this part of Kentucky, that could get you shot! Emmitt’s wife, Betty, worked at the tire...
Even in this day and age there are rural counties whose claim to fame is that they don’t do much of anything. Life moves at a snails pace because there are no factories, no corporate office buildings, no tourist attractions, just a string of almost empty downtown areas, one after another. There are dozens of crossroads, with the remnants of a different time all over those rural counties. Some of the counties are so poor and so wild they offer the perfect places to operate illegal businesses as...
My name is Allie. It was the summer before my senior year in college. I had worked in a summer camp outside Portland , Maine ever since I was in High School. Today, I had worked alongside my summer buddy Rodger Briggs, preparing for the campers arrival tomorrow. Rodger had been a counselor in the camp for about as long as I had been. After work we were shooting pool enjoying a beer in a local pub. I was a big city guy, Rodger was local. He was the same age as I, but much larger. I’m...
Meanwhile, Maggie was sitting on the toilet, wadding some toilet paper to wipe herself with when she began to cry, suddenly and without warning; a torrent of tears that she couldn't seem to bring to a halt. "The fuck?" Maggie said, slightly puzzled over her maudlin situation. "I know it's him, but why? Could it be he's not like the others?" Gradually, her tears stopping flowing and it came flooding back to her -- Palo's infidelities and his untimely death. A death that left her...
Chapter 1 She let her anger push the damn weight, straining her midsection, feeling the pull all the way to her pussy. Fuck you, machine. Fuck you. Take that. Ungh. And that. Suddenly, the first hint of a pull in her thigh warned her she had reached her body's limit. No matter what she did, which machine she used, her abs never twinged, never gave out. It was always the goddamn legs. In spite of the jogging. Maggie lay there gasping, the bar still resting on the top of her feet, sweat...
The phone woke us at six-thirty the next morning. Maggie answered it, giggled and handed me the phone. It was Leslie. "Hi," she said after a pause. "Hi yourself. What's with the wakeup call?" "Oh," she began conversationally as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred the night before. "I, um, didn't hear or see anything over at your place and... I was concerned that something had happened." "I know you have a great imagination, Leslie, but nothing unusual...
Maggie already knew the answer but asked anyway, “And just what does that mean?” “I want to do you just like that pony did you this morning” Earl said with a sly smile. He was a pretty shrewd negotiator for being so young. “OK, but you have to promise never to tell daddy any of this” demanded Maggie. “Deal. Tomorrow? In the barn?” “OK” replied Maggie. She acted like it was a big deal, but after all she’d done sexually over the summer, fucking her little brother was not a major concern....
It's funny how small things can change your perspective. In my case, it was a single ray of sunshine coming through a gap in the tattered curtains that didn't quite cover the window to the apartment. It was a bright early autumn morning, around 8, maybe 8:30, one of those days that makes California truly golden. First, it caught my eye, waking me up from a restless sleep, then it hit Maggie's face just right. She was still zonked out, lying on her back, her naked breasts heaving slightly...
Even in this day and age there are rural counties whose claim to fame is that they don't do much of anything. Life moves at a snails pace because there are no factories, no corporate office buildings, no tourist attractions, just a string of almost empty downtown areas, one after another. There are dozens of crossroads, with the remnants of a different time all over those rural counties. Some of the counties are so poor and so wild they offer the perfect places to operate illegal businesses as...
Scene 1 - The problem surfaces Maggie’s daughter had called with an urgent request to visit her mom. As soon as the distressed daughter settled in she was introduced to Sharon and the three women adjourned to the back yard with a pitcher of Margueritas. When a grown daughter comes to her mom for help she is either desperate or realizes that mom just might know something after all. It was a little of both. The conversation started light but got heavier as the pitcher emptied. Finally, Maggie...
“Creeeeaaakkk.” Maggie pulled her fingers from her cunt and sat up in bed. She’d heard that noise a thousand times and knew it was the front screen door opening. She quickly slid to the foot of the bed and peered out through the fan to see if she could see anyone. The full August moon lit up the front yard and she watched as Earl crept across the yard, headed to the barn. “Now what the hell is he up to?” thought Maggie. She slipped quietly out of the bedroom, down the hall and out the front...
Maggie opened the car door and slid into the seat next to Aaron. Her 36DD breasts were crammed into a red low cut top. The jeans she had on were so tight they looked almost as if they had been painted on."What are we doing tonight?" she asked as she pulled her long wavy blonde hair up into a ponytail. She adjusted her black rectangular glasses and looked at Aaron.Aaron looked at her, thinking how lucky he was to have such a hot piece of ass. He knew from the past few weeks that she would do...
My name is Allie. It was the summer before my senior year in college. I had worked in a summer camp outside Portland , Maine ever since I was in High School. Today, I had worked alongside my summer buddy Rodger Briggs, preparing for the campers arrival tomorrow. Rodger had been a counselor in the camp for about as long as I had been. After work we were shooting pool enjoying a beer in a local pub. I was a big city guy, Rodger was local. He was the same age as I, but much...
Taboo"I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helpin' hand. Oh, Maggie, I wish I'd never seen your face. You made a first-class fool out of me. Maggie, I wish Id never seen your face." I went home really feeling bad. I tossed and turned all night. After school I still went to see Maggie at the cottage. I had to hear it from her lips. She was there when I got...
The knock came when we were eating (food) in the nude. "Wait a minute," Maggie hollered, and grabbed a robe and in almost the same motion threw another robe at me. "He was smaller than you but it should fit," she said as she made to open the door. "Oh, ho!" Her roommate Leslie said as she entered. Placing her packages on the counter, she grimaced and held her nose. "My God, this place smells like a zoo!" "Go to hell!" Maggie said laughing. Then she turned slowly, and with a...
Author’s Note: Several authors are coming out with stories based on the various versions of ‘Maggie May’ or ‘Maggie Mae.’ The story titles will be: ‘Maggie May – author’s pseudonym’ e.g. ‘Maggie May – Jake Rivers’ The storyline might use any version or combinations of versions of the song. Some of the possibilities are by: Rod Stewart, John Lennon, Yoko Ono, Suzanne Vega and any of the various traditional versions from England (an early version of this song dates to before 1830, and it was...
It was a birthday party for Bernie and we were having it at the Landing Strip Lounge. There were maybe fifteen of us crowded around four tables in the back and away from the dance floor. The party had started at eight and was rolling right along. I was more of an observer than a participant because I'm a non-drinker; everybody else was on alcohol and you could see them all loosening up as the evening progressed. Bernie was getting shit-faced because everybody was buying him drinks including a...
After talking with Gwen I went home and thought things out. It was a sleepless night and the following morning I called Maggie before she went off to work. "Hi," I said for openers, a pretty safe beginning. "Oh, hi, I was just thinking about you." "I should have guessed, I said, "my ears are burning." That brought on a giggle and I felt a lot better. "Maggie, we've got to talk." Now I know that's something women usually say, and on hearing it men usually want to run for the...
The following morning Leslie left around eight to keep an appointment with a client. Maggie and I were lolling around in the bedroom, watching the Today Show on NBC. We were just finishing the pot of coffee I'd made earlier and Maggie suddenly scooted off the bed and skipped (yes, skipped) happily into the bathroom. A moment later I heard the shower pelting a river of cool water against the glass and knew Maggie was cleaning up from our escapades of the night before. I became engrossed in...
Maggie took my limp prick in her hand and brought it to her mouth. After a through cleansing she gave it one long last suck and as it flopped from her nubile lips said, "I bet you don't even know the names of the various parts to your penis, do you?" "There's the head, the shaft and, err, the testicles." "And very nice testicles, I might add," she said, "but you get a D in anatomy." "Well ... I" "Listen and lean my lover, the outside perimeter of ... what you so blithely term...
Thirty minutes working in the garden, weeding and picking beans, and both Maggie and Molly were soaked. Today they were glad they were wearing their daddy’s favorite “work clothes”; baggy cutoff jeans and ratty old wife-beater tank-tops. Being dirt poor, undergarments were a luxury reserved for school. The hot, humid breeze blew easily through their clothes, and Maggie could feel it tickling her thick light-brown bush. Emmitt made sure the girls wore them every time he gave them chores....
"From the life that I've been livin' Now freedom I've been givin' And you're standin' in the shadow of a lady." "The Shadow of a Lady" Maggie Mae Flowers stood on the corner, looking back in wonder at the small log cabin nestled in a small grove of willows and the one huge cottonwood shading the cabin. Now the bright afternoon dimmed as the sun began its descent over Mt. Evans and the remaining late summer snow turned a blood red. A wan smile tugged at her lips as she...
I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. The valet driver took the keys from me as I exited my car. He looked at me with a disapproving side gaze as he got into my car. I am sure he was used to parking high-end luxury cars and not a regular no-frills vehicle like mine. Most of the money I made went straight into a savings account. I wasn't going to blow it away on an expensive car."Yes," the man inside said as I came up to the podium where he was standing. "Deliveries are in the back,"...
OccupationsThe announcement came over the public address system:“We regret to inform you that flight 215 from Johannesburg to Istanbul has been canceled. Passengers with confirmed reservations will be booked on the flight leaving Johannesburg at the same time tomorrow.”“Shit!” said Maggie to nobody in particular.“Damn!” The speaker was a young U.S. Marine in uniform sitting beside her in the airport lounge. “I was ordered to arrive in Afghanistan today. I'll miss my flight from Istanbul. I hope I'm not in...
Straight SexHi, my name is Maggie, and I guess you can consider this story or stories (not sure yet). The fantasies and desires which have grown in me for a long time now. I know I wasn't supposed to read dirty stories like this before I turned 18, which I am now. But, after seeing certain movies and stumbling upon websites like this, the desires were implanted in me and grew.This is the fantasy I had that started a couple of years ago after visiting my sister in Georgia and stumbling upon a place that had...