Yearning desires Stories

The moment I step from the cab, it isn’t just my attire that attracts attention. I ooze sexual energy in the Wiccan-style huntress dress, with Grandmother's sixteen-carat garnet pinned close to my heart. As I strut to the curb and along the sidewalk, wives glare, sensing their mate’s lust for me. I’m the bitch; they’re the unneutered dogs, outlines of their erections visible in some of the pants I pass. But I’m no longer...

~ooOoo~ The men burst through the oversized door with chests puffed in perfectly tailored suits. They reeked of money and drew attention from others in the upscale bar. Big-business corporate guys, I assumed. They worked hard but played even harder from what I knew of them. I sat in a rich mahogany booth, almost hidden in the shadows of the corner… just like I wanted. I hadn’t come to socialize but merely people-watch. I’...