I flopped down among the purple pillow forest that was my queen bed, and opened the increasingly scant classified section. Tapping a red pen to my lips, I immediately crossed out all the jobs offered through temp agencies. After several extremely unsuccessful experiences I was pretty sure they only stayed in business by collecting and distributing personal i...
"Dr. Norwood to Trauma One, Dr. Norwood to Trauma One, Stat," Natalie looked up with bleary eyes from her cup of burned coffee. The little break room seemed dreary, but it was a sanctuary from the pandemonium of Watkins General on a Friday night. She rose unsteadily to her feet and gulped down the bad coffee, tossing the cup into the garbage as she hurried...
Publication of any and all trademarks contained herein are not authorized by, associated with, nor sponsored by the trademark owners. ~~~ Chapter 6: The First Day of Pledging: The Sisters catch the pledges off guard. ~~~ Sierra sat in her bedroom, reclining in her chair, her legs propped up on top of her desk. She had her phone cradled between her ear a...
I was looking forward to having Susan stay with me as we waited for the outcome of her divorce proceedings...and I was also looking forward to having Susan dressed in her new uniform, the one I'd have her wearing at home when I wanted her looking sexy, slutty and submissive. I will admit though, this woman and her wonderful attitude towards playing this lit...
Alexandra swiped a down jacket from the living room couch, shaking it out. "Tsk tsk," said Kira, mock-chiding her. "You're starting to act less like a guest and more like someone who lives here." Alexandra bit her lower lip. "Well, I've spent every night here since...what, Sunday? I've got a third of a closet of clothes here, a toothbrush, shampoo...so, uh...
The following story is based upon one of my fantasies. In my stories, the protagonist has my first name and physical attributes. However, I DO NOT think of myself as being beautiful. Any similarities in this story to anyone, live or dead, is strictly coincidental. All businesses are also fictitious. This is a story about a middle age wife and mother meeting...
This is the eleventh of twelve chapters. To really understand it, you should read the previous chapters before reading this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story. Despite the light traffic, Bridget felt impatient as she weaved her way down the street. Even when only one car was in front of her, sh...
A note about writing: I write as much as possible from first hand experience freely incorporating my own fetishes and prejudices, but a person only has so much sex, and some time back I ran low on personal stuff because I write a lot. Still first hand experience and fiction seem to mix well, but after a time, I started to yearn for something fresh. That's wh...
Rome 95 AD I have no memory of returning from Tarentum where twenty three met her fate at my hands. In my room at the gladiatorial school, I wept with sorrow from the depths of my heart. A key turned in the lock on my door and I sat up wiping my wet eyes. It was number eight. Her face was grim and on the verge of tears. Those who fell that dreadful after...
I waited for Milene to finish rinsing off and then watched through the glass of the stall as she dried herself. When she was just finishing up, I shut off the water and stepped out. I stood there on the mat and she looked at me questioningly. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I said as I nodded towards the other folded towel and held my arms out slightly to...