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Part 1 “Photographer”

I have always had an interest in photography that went beyond the enjoyment of looking at nude pictures in Playboy. So last fall, I decided to take a course offered through the community college in photography. We did a number of different subjects in the course and one of the outside assignments was to do a series on a human subject. I talked Nancy, a gorgeous brunette that works with me into being my model. At work, I’m known as a kind and quiet man who is “safe” but not particularly exciting. I have never been very aggressive with woman [read more...]

Part 2 “Photographer”

After my last adventure, I realized that I wouldn’t be happy unless I did some more nude photographs. Christine was still around work but hadn’t shown any interest (I was to timid to ask her). I decided that I didn’t want to risk approaching anyone at work since I wanted to keep my little hobby a secret. I decided to place an ad in the classified section of our local paper. I kept the ad vague saying that I wanted models for figure and glamor work. I had them respond to a post office box so I could retain my [read more...]

No Tan Lines

Anna is a very beautiful woman. She is tall, blonde, and tans to a gorgeous golden hue.

I’ve worked with her on a project for quite some time and have had fantasies about her from the start. I feel an attraction to her every time that I see her.

I’d noticed her looking at me at times when we’ve worked together but neither one of us have voiced anything. She knows that I’m married and I’ve been too frightened to say anything since I know that not only is she married, but I could be very wrong about the way [read more...]

Night Watchman

I have a job as a night watchman at a construction project. It was a quiet night on the eleven-to-seven shift, when some workers came in to do a bit of a tile work. They were bringing in their equipment when I noticed that a beautiful blonde in her early twenties was part of the crew. When she walked over to me and asked where the nearest water spigot was, I sat there not saying a word, running my eyes over her tasty young body. She had piercing blue eyes, huge breasts that bounced wildly beneath a thin, button-down shirt, [read more...]

Marjorie Gets Screwed in Chicago

It had all started when Ralph suggested the we go into Chicago and see if we could pick-up someone else on the Strip. I didn’t really want to, but I knew Ralph wanted to screw someone else and I was willing to go along with him. So Ralph had dropped me off and gone out cruising for some girl to pick up.

I had wondered around, watching people, talking to some of them, and somewhere along the line I found myself walking arm and arm with some strange man. He was pleasant to talk to and I didn’t realize we [read more...]

Love Lost

Some people say “Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.” Whoever said that has never been through what I’ve been through – and I’m not so sure they’re right.

It’s been over a year now, and I can’t get her out of my thoughts. I don’t understand why she did what she did. Maybe before you get totally confused, I should tell you my story so you’ll understand the depth of pain, uncertainty, and confusion I feel.

I should probably tell you a bit about myself – I’ve been a “computer nerd” most [read more...]

The Locksmith

Not only was it hot, but the fucking humidity was so high that the slight breeze didn’t dry his skin either. Fucking air conditioner had the condenser shot, or something. It was always something.

Damn thing had quit late in the afternoon and he couldn’t get it fixed until the repairman looked at it in Monday morning. And it was only Saturday night now.

Norman knew about keys, and locks, and deadbolts. His father had let him work in the locksmith’s shop since he was about six years old, teaching and guiding his son.

By the time Norm was in [read more...]

Leaving the Slow Lane

11/21

Dear Diary: hah! Haven’t kept one in ages. But I have my own directory with a password, so I’ll keep you here. Have to talk to someone, and people just can’t be trusted.

I noticed him the first day he came to work, but it seemed hopeless from the start. For one thing my husband works here; his office is only fifty feet away. A dear man, but a bit obtuse sometimes–let’s face it, especially in bed–which is what I get for having been a cheerleader who married the captain of the squad, straight out of our small-town high [read more...]

Worker’s delight…

Let me begin by introducing myself – my name is Howie and I work for a large corporation (which will remain anonymous). My job is not the most exciting. It’s usually the same thing day in and day out. That is…until one day.

There’s this girl I met one day at work named Debbie. She is a real looker as they say. Our relationship was purely casual. She was a secretary on the third floor and I was an engineer on the first.

One day she asked me if I could help her out with setting up a new computer [read more...]

Country-Western Style

Isabelle was on her way to the city for a recording session at the new studio. Tanned hands on the wheel, a chiffon scarf rippling at the window and gold-rimmed shades: she was satisfied with her appearance in the way a pretty woman vain enough to spend time in front of the mirror is bound to be. There was the added consciousness of incipient stardom. The agent told her over the phone that morning, ”This one is really it, baby! This new guy is great, you’re going to love him. Got the voice of a god. A real hunk. I’m [read more...]

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