Show your Lines

Sometimes I get the urge to drive. I have a small SUV and I like it. I bought it for practical reasons but I have discovered that I like the way it drives. This story is about a favorite weekend drive I took this year.

I woke up Saturday morning with the urge to drive. Gas had gone all the way down from $3.12 to $2.65 and I had filled up on Friday evening. I loaded an ice chest with snacks and sodas and took off. It was cloudy along the coast as I headed toward Santa Barbara. I cut inland in Santa Barbara and the drive was through some farm land and wineries. The day was warm but cloudy and I was having a great time. (more…)

From her vantage point at the top of the stairs, Stephanie watched the organised calm of the restaurant. To an outsider, it appeared so easy. But to her, it was only that way because she kept an eagle eye on everything. Guests arrived, were taken to their tables, fed and watered and sent on their way. And in everything, they felt like the only people in the place.

But although it looked simple, there was a lot of skill and people management. Guests arrived late, or stayed longer than expected. Sometimes, (hopefully very infrequently), there was a problem with the food. And then there were the staff, highly trained and temperamental. Only last week a sommelier had stormed out because yet another guest had spurned his suggestion for a wine and had chosen the most expensive bottle with no regard to its appropriateness. (more…)

He walked in the door and dropped his bags. He stood tall and somewhat defiant – very unlike all the others I interviewed that day. I got up form my desk and chair, clipboard in hand. I walked around him and made my notes: height, 5 feet ten inches; estimated weight, 170 – all muscle; hair and eyes, blue black and deep brown; skin, caramel. ‘What a sight,’ I thought as I circled him.

“Name?” I snapped crisply after I made my notes. I continued to pace around him. I saw that it made him nervous. I liked that. My heels made me nearly as tall as he was. The delicate swish of my short leather skirt against my thigh high nylons made his head turn. I smiled to myself. His eyes followed my silk shirt; the fabric pulled tight across my chest. (more…)

“Author’s note: Welcome to the continuing story of Shannon’s reluctance. This chapter is about Shannon doing as she is told, that’s why it has been submitted under the BDSM category.”

We were sitting in the Mustang outside Ernie’s strip joint a few hours later. I could hardly wipe the smile from my face. Johan had just told me I was better than any of the three girls we watched strip, even “without” taking off my clothes.

He fired up the rumbling engine and I relaxed into the leather seat. As he turned around and backed up a bit he said, “Baby, you were so good. You could easily have been a stripper.” (more…)

I was leaving the bar with a perfect stranger. Not just a stranger, but a man old enough to be my father. A man I’d let touch me in the coat room. I’d acted like a slut and begged to cum. He’d given me orders and I followed them without question.

And I’d had the strongest orgasm of my life because of it.

Which is why I was now breaking the #1 rule of life. The rule my parents drilled into me as soon as I was old enough to walk. Never get in a car with a stranger. I smiled to myself. I’d probably be breaking a lot of rules my parents had taught me tonight. (more…)