Scarlet I sat in the restaurant sipping my wine, nervously swinging my legs as I waited for Steve. He’d said this dinner was important and that I should not be late. He’d sounded extremely serious. He also hadn’t told me to dress up or to wear the sexy black dress that he liked, or, as he often suggested, not to wear panties. All he had said was: ‘Please do not be late...
“I sleep with women, too,” she said, and I felt a completely unexpected burst of arousal. The funny thing was that the conversation had started out really awkward and then got relaxed and that comment made it awkward again. The business trip had been long and even though it was successful and gave me plenty of reasons to celebrate, I needed the damned drink in my hand. When I...
It wasn’t all that strange for Karen and I to be in our underwear and nothing else on any particular day. On that particular Saturday, I was sitting in a kind of tight white tee shirt and my panties, just relaxing on the couch with a fluffy romance book. Karen was puttering around the house in an outfit almost identical to mine with a white tee shirt and skimpy panties. If anything, her tee shirt...
It was five years ago when I met her. Introduced by a roommate to this gorgeous punk girl. I was shy just sketching at the bar, she immediately got in my space and grabbed my drawing. “This is amazing!” she said, as she slugged my arm and bit her lip. The evening went on, I came out of my shell, then we talked until the lights hit on for the last call. She ruffled her hair and sighed...