Slipping my sexiest black garter belt around my waist, I fastened the little hooks behind my back, enjoying the silky sensation. I picked out a pair of long nylon stockings, sheer suntan in color; the kind with real wide, dark tops. I don’t know why, but nylons always make me feel sexier and more attractive than panty-hose. I slid the sheer stockings on, slowly smoothing them up my well-toned legs as I fastened them to the garter belt. My shoes were black leather high heels, cut low on both sides. [ ...continue reading "Tutor" ]
God, what a day. I shove the door shut behind me. For a moment I stand
there in a fog, then I remove my glasses, placing them on the shelf inside
the door. My purse starts to slide off my shoulder as I lean back against
the door, eyes shut. My arms hang straight down, purse in one hand, two
programmer’s reference books in the other. Gravity pulls my hands open,
dropping the bag and books on the floor. Sigh.
Somehow I sense that someone’s looking at me. No. A friend is looking at
me. No, not even that. Dave is looking at me.
My eyes open to see him smiling at me over a book from my favorite chair -
large, sturdy enough to plop on and comfy enough to make plopping worth
“Grrr. Tired.” Can’t frown at him. I start a smile. [ ...continue reading "End of the Day" ]