I had been saving up to buy myself a long pair of black kid leather gloves that I had seen at Saks 5th Avenue on one of my shopping trips. .In order to make an event of it, I had taken the whole day off because I wanted to shopping femme mode this time. One of the pleasures of living the Washington, D.C. Area is that there are so many wonderful upscale stor...
The leather cuffs are soft but implacable. They don't lock, but they don't have to either, because I can't reach the buckles no matter how much I stretch or twist my fingers. I'm hanging by my wrists in my boyfriend Robert's garage, midway between a bench press and a scattered set of free weights. With a huge effort, I could just barely touch the floor with...
There she was again tonight, quietly making her way down the stairs of her beach house, looking behind to make sure that she was alone. She was barefoot, and the moment she stepped off the last step, she felt the sand under her feet. She paused, playfully squelched the sand so that she could feel it between her toes. An almost child-like smile spread across...
Brad abruptly woke up to the loud ringing, coming from his phone, sitting on the nightstand next to his lonely bed. He quickly reached for it hoping it was Brooke, but as he picked it up he could clearly see the call was coming from an unknown number. His heart sank, and instantly he began to worry once again about her and the possibility of having lost her....
"Where are you parked?" I asked, as the bus pulled away, its internal lights casting flickering shadows of Delilah and me onto the pavement. Other commuters, dark figures in the night, moved quickly into the gloom. "The top car park. It is close. Up there." She pointed, but there was nothing to be seen but the darkness. Rain blew in under the shelter, and D...
I walked around the back of my company SUV in the parking lot after the meeting then stopped in my tracks. Tammy's minivan was parked beside me, the sliding side door was open and she was leaning in, digging through her bag. She was wearing a red dress that hugged her ass and my eyes locked on it while multiple unsavory thoughts fought for my attention. "He...
Hi, I'm Laura, primary school teacher, single girl and fruit and veg fan. Last time I wrote I was finally confessing my obsession with fruit and veg, how I use them and how they've changed my life. Nowadays I guess that's true of a lot of 'used-to-be-fat' people. The only difference is that I choose not to put them in my face as a desperate means to a slimme...
Here is Part 2 of "Rick and Molly." Please be patient...this is more of a "slow-burn" build-up story. And remember much of this is a true account. * "Abby," Rick said, exasperated, "I just don't understand you now. When we first got together you were like the sweetest girl, but now you act like the entire male gender is your enemy. In case you haven't noti...
He followed her, disgusted with himself for doing it. She said she had a dinner meeting. She complained about the restaurant, having to work late, having to miss the baseball game. "Okay," he replied. "You are mad," she said. "No, really, it's fine," he said. He called his mom and dad, sent them to the little league field to watch their son play, and th...
After I clicked in my seat belt and started the car, I saw Randi had extended her left hand out, palm up, waiting for me to take it again. Rather than grasp her hand, I let the heel of my hand rest on hers while I stroked her fingers and palm. We chatted a little on the way back, but what we said wasn't important; just being together was. I carried the gui...