Note: This is the FINAL part of THE CHECKRIDE ALL FEEDBACK WELCOME! The first part of this story was from Wanda's perspective. This second part will be from Lydia's point of view. ***** The relationship I thought that was going to change my life, never blossomed. Nora came back into Wanda's life, they seemed like a perfect couple. I was hurt, but Wanda h...
Lyn Jenkins looked out her 21st floor corner office window. The crystal clear blue sky was near perfect, the warmth of the sun burning into her face. The sun's heat was almost as warm as her ass from the whipping she took last Friday at the hands of Sue Hopkins. Lyn earned the corner office through her combative, legal acumen. She won more cases than anyon...
Please forgive me for publishing something with such few words. I wrote it as part of a love letter. My Mistress like it so much she has insisted that I send it to you as well. ******************************** Across the long grass to the sea. Down the steep path, me in flip-flops ('thongs' actually coz we are in Australia). Across the shingle with its pie...
I was finally on my way home from work and looking forward to a long weekend away with my girlfriend. It had been a stressful week. I had been working overtime to get all my work done and I was relieved to be home. Katie had booked a friend's cabin up in the mountains for a four day weekend. She said it was a nice cozy place in the woods. It sounded perfect...
Ashley could hardly believe it. She was sitting backstage in the Greensboro Coliseum, her slim and waifish figure outlined by bright bulbs on the mirror. Perched on a stool, she was waiting for her hero -- Sigrid. "The Norse Ladykiller." "Barbarian Queen." "Lady Viking." "Huntress." No matter what name she'd wrestled under, Ashley had followed her career eve...
CHAPTER ELEVEN (Tuesday, 23rd April 2002) Heather woke disorientated. Eventually, once she'd convinced herself she wasn't drunk or still dreaming, she realized she was upside down in someone else's bed. Upside down with a pair of alien feet under her nose. The lights were off and dawn hadn't yet broken, so she went by touch and smell. Quickly deducing the...
I'm Greta, a biologist by profession, and although I find the science of biology deeply interesting and rewarding in its own right, I would admit that it isn't ordinarily considered a glamorous field. There was one time though that I was assigned a job that was pretty entertaining, and maybe even a wee bit glamorous. Dr. Howard Barlow, a zoologist and I were...
Chapter 13: A Picture is Worth... ***** The morning air rippled, light and cool after the rain, through Grady's bedroom window. The sun was soft, pastel yellow, promising a gentler day after the chaotic electrical storm that had raged the previous night. Grady slept sprawled out on his stomach, blankets pulled up to ward off the chill. His black hair w...
Blanche Monroe was the owner of Economy Furniture, a store located between two ghettos; the run-down part of the city where many of the low-income people lived, and the student ghetto which was rapidly becoming just as decrepit because it was primarily multi-family houses rented out by landlords who mostly cashed the checks and did the minimum of repairs nee...
The next day, when we were going out to the beach, Giulia was again tending the reception desk. She smiled shyly as she watched us approach her. Martina was wearing a Bikini that looked three sizes too small for her, barely covering her nipples and pelvis, and showing dark pubes all around the sides of her bikini bottom. Over that, just to cover it up slight...