Chapter 4: Champions On a Thursday night, halfway through the semester, I was sitting at my desk, shuffling my feet against the floor, trying to work my way through John Stuart Mill, for a class in Philosophy, and Kira was lying on her bed, reading a "Roots of Judaism" text for one of her Theology courses. Something had been bothering me all day, and I was...
Note for readers: This is my first ever submission! Let me know your thoughts. This scene actually happens immediately after the conclusion of a novel I'm working on. At the moment, the book is called 'Blame.' If you're interested in reading it, you can let me know on here (that's possible, yeah?) - I'd love to hear some reviews on that. ***** The soft...
Mme. Suzanne Rouchelay stood before the window of her quarters, looking out into the courtyard at the rows of flowers lining the path between the gate and the entrance of the house. It was quarter past noon and she was expecting her friend, Mlle. Louise for tea. They had met last month at a gala of a friend of her husband's, the prominent socialite M. Claude...
Emily lay in bed that night pondering recent events. When she had first spotted the woman masturbating in the next chalet a few nights before, she had watched out of curiosity and lecherous enjoyment. She certainly hadn't expected to meet the woman, or to be invited into her chalet to watch at close hand. Much less had she expected to be taking her own cloth...
Night Shift Ch 3: Second Night -- Part 1: Anne and Jacqui Just after 11:30pm, Jeff stopped the car at the staff entrance of Sally's office as Sally reached between her legs to pick up her Polaroid camera from the foot well. In raising the camera, Sally pulled back the hem of her dress more than was necessary to allow it passage, and in doing so exposed her...
This is a sequel to my earlier story, "Dark Pleasures". While it can stand on its own, the reader will get some background and perspective by reading that story before this one. This is also my wildest and longest held fantasy. It's one that I'm pretty sure will never be fulfilled, so I've written it down to give a little "life" to it. Hopefully you'll enjo...
This is the third and final instalment of this trilogy. The most enjoyable aspect of everything surrounding this is your feedback- I'm grateful for the time you have taken to read any of these instalments. Receiving comments and your votes means a lot and I appreciate it. Trigger Warning: *Contains themes of violence, injuries and deceased persons.* Incl...
1. Making an exhibition of myself My husband, Andrew, decided that we were to move to the country and he would commute. I loved the new house, it was much bigger and nicer. It meant I had to give up my job though. He was in favour of that too, though I missed the interaction and some feeling of worth. But it was nice in many ways not working and it felt muc...
Four Samba stood still as the white woman stepped out of her hut. She was very excited; her fingers kept touching the hard thing that encircled her neck. As every Amazon knew, that was a bulawa – and the woman had given her one! She lay down on her cot and closed her eyes, trying to remember. It had been a long time ago, many years before her grandmother w...
December 2009 Conventions; trade shows; conferences. Call them what you like, you do get to meet some characters. Like the guy who's all talk, smattering TLAs throughout the conversation in the vain hope it covers up the fact he plainly doesn't know what he's talking about. At the other end of the scale is the nervous geek who should be locked away to do th...