This was the best part — the first session. Mark was a 30 something once upon a time hockey guy with a love for satin and lace. I wore a green velvet wrap dress and patent leather heels. He had picked the dress out one our first outing. It hugged my tits and offered way too much cleavage when I was seated. I rather enjoyed the once over and grins from the concierge and bellboy … [Read more...]

He sat watching, wondering why they were moving around so much. They were shifting and bouncing around in their chairs like water hopping on a hot frying pan. They sounded like a flock of gulls squawking. He figured most were a bit old for the first day of school jitters. Three minutes to the hour, the instructor walked in. Her footfall was distinct, a high heel. "Please?" He … [Read more...]

He's back in town. So many hate the rotation. The time between, no email, no phone calls,  nothing creates longing. Then the message- "Can I see you?" He knows the answer. Nevertheless, he always asks. My heart lifts, maybe a bit more than it should, for a friend I only get to see for a few hours. Those hours are complete. I am his and his alone, the clock stops, and we weave … [Read more...]