This is pretty self-explanatory. I will be posting short-stories in this thread and maybe poems, too. Here's my first entry. Others will be added later.
It had been a long time since she had last enjoyed one of the finest parts of life as a woman. She had gone so long without it in her life that her days had felt empty and boring without it. Finally she couldn’t stand it anymore after hearing some snide remarks in the bathroom at work.
She had become so desperate that she looked online for help. Luckily she had quickly found an advertisement for a great place with many good reviews, and even better, it was close by. But, it was pricy so she would have to wait until her next paycheck. She didn’t know how she would bear it until then. Even though each day her agony grew, she endured the wait.
When the day arrived she was almost too nervous to go. It had been so long, she feared she had lost her former skill. She thought of what she would tell them if they commented about it. “I never have time to do it, although I could if I didn’t have to work so much.” Although this was the truth, she didn’t think they would believe her.
The woman entered the building and with a nervous smile teasing her full lips, sank down into the comfort of the plush chair in the corner. The handsome stranger turned, having heard her approach. Locking his steely gray eyes on hers, he moved slowly toward her, his experienced gaze measuring her, hypnotizing her with his soft murmurs of assurance.
He sank to his knees before her and without a word, smoothly released her from her constraining attire. With a sigh of surrender she allowed his foreign hands to reveal her bare flesh, making her uncomfortably self-conscious about her shape.
He expertly guided her through this tender, new territory, boldly taking her to new heights she had never dared to dream of, his movements deliberate, confident in his ability to satisfy her every need. He was an expert. She had never enjoyed herself doing it so much before in her life. He had been trained well. Her senses swam. She was overcome with an aching desire that had gone unfulfilled for so long.
Just as it seemed that ecstasy was within her grasp, he paused, and for one heart-stopping moment, she thought, “it’s too big! It’ll never fit!” Then, with a sudden rush, it slid into place as if it had been made only for her. It was the perfect size for her body. As pleasure and contentment washed over her, she met his steady gaze with tears of gratitude shining in her eyes.
And he knew it wouldn’t be long before she returned. Oh yes, this woman would want more. It had been so long since she had last had a taste of this succulent fruit. She was addicted now. She would want to spend all the money she could get here. His expertise had drawn her in, and now she would continue to hand them money.
And so she did. Whenever she could, she would go back. Every time she came back, more and more she would learn. Each experience was a new one, and she would never get bored. They even eventually coerced her into trying black ones, despite her reluctance. They saying was wrong; once she had gone black, she did go back. She would return again and again and again and….DON’T YOU JUST LOVE SHOPPING FOR SHOES?
It had been a long time since she had last enjoyed one of the finest parts of life as a woman. She had gone so long without it in her life that her days had felt empty and boring without it. Finally she couldn’t stand it anymore after hearing some snide remarks in the bathroom at work.
She had become so desperate that she looked online for help. Luckily she had quickly found an advertisement for a great place with many good reviews, and even better, it was close by. But, it was pricy so she would have to wait until her next paycheck. She didn’t know how she would bear it until then. Even though each day her agony grew, she endured the wait.
When the day arrived she was almost too nervous to go. It had been so long, she feared she had lost her former skill. She thought of what she would tell them if they commented about it. “I never have time to do it, although I could if I didn’t have to work so much.” Although this was the truth, she didn’t think they would believe her.
The woman entered the building and with a nervous smile teasing her full lips, sank down into the comfort of the plush chair in the corner. The handsome stranger turned, having heard her approach. Locking his steely gray eyes on hers, he moved slowly toward her, his experienced gaze measuring her, hypnotizing her with his soft murmurs of assurance.
He sank to his knees before her and without a word, smoothly released her from her constraining attire. With a sigh of surrender she allowed his foreign hands to reveal her bare flesh, making her uncomfortably self-conscious about her shape.
He expertly guided her through this tender, new territory, boldly taking her to new heights she had never dared to dream of, his movements deliberate, confident in his ability to satisfy her every need. He was an expert. She had never enjoyed herself doing it so much before in her life. He had been trained well. Her senses swam. She was overcome with an aching desire that had gone unfulfilled for so long.
Just as it seemed that ecstasy was within her grasp, he paused, and for one heart-stopping moment, she thought, “it’s too big! It’ll never fit!” Then, with a sudden rush, it slid into place as if it had been made only for her. It was the perfect size for her body. As pleasure and contentment washed over her, she met his steady gaze with tears of gratitude shining in her eyes.
And he knew it wouldn’t be long before she returned. Oh yes, this woman would want more. It had been so long since she had last had a taste of this succulent fruit. She was addicted now. She would want to spend all the money she could get here. His expertise had drawn her in, and now she would continue to hand them money.
And so she did. Whenever she could, she would go back. Every time she came back, more and more she would learn. Each experience was a new one, and she would never get bored. They even eventually coerced her into trying black ones, despite her reluctance. They saying was wrong; once she had gone black, she did go back. She would return again and again and again and….DON’T YOU JUST LOVE SHOPPING FOR SHOES?