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I know the people of France have a love/hate relationship with Americans. They are intensely interested in our culture and current events, but it drives them crazy that we don’t feel the same way about them. The fact is, few Americans are overly concerned about what goes on beyond the borders of their own country. If there was a huge French political scandal or a major artistic achievement in French cinema, we’d be lucky to hear about it on the evening news.
l lived in France from 1980-1981 and I got to love the country and the people. The big factor in this was the French people loved a lot of the same things I did: Cinema, comics, music, food, art, women, and the beach. I remember hearing them say that we Americans were such prudes when it came to nudity, and that it wasn’t a big deal to them. I found it funny that the number one vacation spot for most Frenchmen was the beach, where tops were optional, so it must of have had some appeal.
I actually stayed a fe
500 Pound Party
“Hello. Interwest communications, can I help you?”
“Yes. I’d like to speak to my husband, please. He’s the short and squatty one who likes to eat all the doughnuts in the lunch room. Have you seen him?”
“Ha! Ha! Very funny, Velma. You know you’re not supposed to call me at work, unless it’s an emergency. This better be important.”
“It IS important.” she said.
“What is it it?” I said.
“I’ve reached a milestone and we’re celebrating tonight with a party.”
“What’s the milestone?”
“That’s for me to know, and you to find out when you get home, so don’t be late! CLICK!”
The front office secretary came around the partition and poked her head into my cubicle.
“Was that your wife, Mark? She changed her voice and asked for you.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry, Stacy. She called to tell me we’re h
Whole Lotta Escort!
Conrad Hickenlooper was a diminutive man. At 5 foot 5 inches and 110 pounds, he was not very physically impressive, but, what he lacked in brawn, he more than made up for in brains. In fact, he was the president of his own company, HICKENLOOPER MEDIA, the largest full service advertising agency in the Salt Lake Valley.
There was a knock on the door of Conrad’s spacious office. It was Sharon Howell, the public relations manager for his company. She was there to go over the plans for HICKENLOOPER MEDIA’s annual company party.
“I was able to rent out the State Capitol Rotunda for the first Saturday in July. Red Flame Catering will be providing the prime rib dinner and we’ve got Greenlight Booking’s dance band, THE PARTY CRASHERS to perform for us.”
“That all sounds excellent, Ms. Howell. Of course you’ll be in charge of the traditional raffle and prizes, and I’ll give my 5 minute speech t
Conrads New Squeeze
Conrad Hickenlooper had all day Sunday to process what had happened to him on Saturday night. It was his company’s annual party, and he surprised all his employees by hiring a 300 pound escort named Doris to accompany him for the evening. As he recalled, he and Doris really tore up the dance floor and had a marvelous time.
Unfortunately, Doris already had a steady boyfriend, so further relations with her would have been pointless. But she mentioned she knew of other large women that might be interested in going out with him on a non commercial basis.
The whole idea of finding another amazon woman as a companion, excited him to no end. He had spent the last five years building up Hickenlooper Media, to the exclusion of any social life for himself. Not that he was very outgoing in the first place. At 5’ 5”, 110 pounds, and a bit of a nerd, mos
Denise's New Sub
Conrad got a call from Big Doris the next day.
“Hey Conzey! How did it go last night?” she asked.
“It was pretty good, Doris. You were right about Denise being a Dominatrix. She was my boss for the evening, but I found myself really enjoying it. She gave me my first blow job and let me play with her breasts.”
“I knew she was going to do that. Once she gets you hooked on the sex, she’ll be able to make you do ANYTHING! As long as you’re OK with that, you’ll have no problems with her.”
“I’m glad you’re concerned about me Doris, but I think this is going to work out OK. I haven’t felt this happy in a long time. Get ready to have that double dinner date with us soon. I’ll be seeing her again tonight. Do you have any messages for me to pass along to her?”
“Yeah...tell her to be gentle with
Denise Gets Older and Fatter.
The sub/Domme relationship between Conrad and Denise went on for a 6 months, before they decided to tie the knot. It was surprising how quickly they settled into domestic life. Conrad went to work everyday, and Denise kept her chat business going, but cut her hours in half, so she could tend to housekeeping, cooking, and her hobbies. Conrad bought her a luxury ranch home in a quiet cul-de-sac in Bountiful, Utah. Even as a non-members, Denise and Conrad got along well with their Mormon neighbors. He was a respected businessman, and she was perceived as a lovely, talented, independent woman.
On their one year anniversary, Denise was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Her mother had died from it when she was 57 years old, so Denise had herself checked on a regular basis. After hormone and Chemotherapy treatments, and finally a hysterectomy, Denise put on a tremendous amount