Monthly Archive: June 2016

“What’s your audition?” Olivia, the chesty blonde, laid a magazine on the table in front of her. Her lovely cleavage was in direct line of sight of Kylie who crossed her legs to rub her clit. “I’m trying out to be an extra in a soap commercial, you?” “I think it’s a porn audition but I’m not sure.” “You’re kidding, right?” “It was vague, but I figured, no harm in trying out.” “What do you have to do?” “No clue.” She looked around the room sizing up the other people wondering who she might audition with. She got nervous considering...

Life inspires stories. As a therapist, I love to consider group connections and why people are together and why paths cross. However, today in writer mode, life information gets used in a different way, it becomes sparks that transform into a story.  This weekend I met a dynamic group of eleven women dining at a local restaurant. They were visitors to the island, friends from uni, sorority sisters, on a long awaited beach weekend, traveling in from all over. With Wicked Wednesday’s prompt rolling around in my mind, I had to decide, which person of me, the women would meet....

She walked in wearing a black cocktail dress, sleek and modern, the ensemble of an artist. I had served enough at these events to know who was who. Dressed in a crisp, white blouse and my black, short skirt, I wore the costume of a worker. All night long, I watched her interact with the patrons. Both men and women fawned over her. This woman was gracious to all of them. Circulating with my tray of drinks near her, I heard her accented voice. “Pardon, may I sample a beverage? I am parched.” She took a glass, brought it to...

Ellen had left the new nipple clips in the bowl on the kitchen bar. These looked more like jewelry with fancy metal balls hanging off the end, definitely not her clothespins. Roger would see them because they always drank beer standing there after golf. Her fantasy was in his hands now and she wondered what he would do. Should I go in the kitchen or wait? The answer was settled when she heard Roger’s voice. “Hey, Ellen, I’m here with Stan.” When she arrived in the room, each of them locked their gaze on her. “Stan thinks you left your hair clips...

“We don’t have enough time.” I walked across the marble floor admiring the hotel bathroom. The drips from my wet hair tickled my skin. I placed my towel on the edge of the tub. “Everyone is waiting for us in the ballroom.” “Let them wait. This is our time,” said Richard. He stepped behind me, his erection settled between my butt cheeks as his arms came around me and his big hands cradled my breasts. “What do I have to do to convince you?” His thumbs circled my areolas and when he got the hard nipple response he was going...

I inhaled his scent from my spot. Space was thick with people lining the subway car, sticky and stuffy, but I recognized his aroma. This was my favorite part of the day, the moment that I spent in his orbit, a mere tiny planet of me circling my sun. He read the news on his iPad. Did he know it was me that stepped into his space and with my mind caressed him? Both my hands grabbed his ass and massaged. I undressed him and redressed him. I touched him everywhere. I think the tight space, with people pressing against...