Dear Figaro, Hope you are well, Myles has been keeping me updated since the break in and assault last week. The CCTV system was hacked so there is no footage from anywhere on the premises that night, Brad said that he was punched from behind then pummelled once he fell to the floor, so he couldn't give the police a positive I.D. Myles told the cops that he...
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Please read at least Part 2 to get a feel for the characters. This episode involves reluctance/coercion, so go elsewhere if not your preference. +++++++++++++++++ Our son had just turned three, and my wife felt it was important to take him to see his Great Grandmother. I couldn't imagine any torture worse than spending five...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: While each chapter is a story in its own right, you will probably enjoy them more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapters 1-3 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** The 45-lb. weight dropped on the floor with a loud t...
WARNING: This story takes place in the '80s. It contains elements of prostitution, recreational drug use, violence, both consensual and non, and a flagrant disregard for safer sex practices. If any of those things are going to offend you, you might consider skipping this one. 500 Miles was posted in three long parts. Rain Falls is posted in seven short ch...
Fynn stood at the dock's edge staring into the dark waters. It was just one week before his birthday, October 31st. Halloween. However, Fynn would not be there to celebrate either. There was nothing to live for. Better to get it over with. He thought of the water surrounding him like a cocoon as he was dragged down. Just slip away quietly, no fuss, no bother...
Notes: Thanks to Leanne and MAB7991 for their editing expertise. STRAIGHT NO MORE I was getting ready for a trip to Washington on business, for work when Bill, a guy I didn't like at all, said at coffee, "If you are in D.C. you have got to go to the Iron Rod." "The what?" I asked, barely listening since all the guy did was bullshit. "The Iron Rod is th...
CONTENT WARNING. This is NOT a romantic read. It contains dubious consent and touches on themes of submission and control. Also, a big thank you to everyone for the wonderful comments and advice so far. I really do appreciate it. ***** Christmas Eve Click. Click. Click. Keegan pressed the mouse button attached to his computer scrolling through the i...
I knew I wasn't going to see Shane on Saturday or Sunday since we hadn't made plans and he didn't have my phone number. That was the gamble when playing hard-to-get. Sometimes you're actually hard to get. Sure, there was a part of me that hoped he'd get my number from Drew and call me, but he didn't. We'd probably see each other Monday between practices, an...
"Do me a great big favor. Go play in rush hour traffic." ~Linda Wilkinson to six year old son Shane~ * February 5, 2011 "Let's pluck his eyebrows completely off." "Not good enough. The slut would just draw them back on." "Hmmm, how about this, then? We kidnap him, take him to the hotel's salon then you hold him down while I give him a spray tan." "Ext...
Over the next couple of weeks I began to get my bearings in the community. I spent Saturdays and Sundays working for my Uncle Carl on his boats. I guess it's in my blood because I took to running them like a fish to water. By my fourth week out I already knew how to pilot them in and out of the harbor and guide them into their slips with barely a bump. Eve...