The curtain had fallen. The cast had taken their final bows and once they were cloaked in darkness the budding young soprano, Clara Josepha Cavalier, tore from the stage with her heels striking loudly on the wooden boards while she held up the voluminous skirts of her lavender dress. She pushed past the chorus, stage technicians, and wardrobe to her private...
Mo was trembling with nervousness and excitement as she knocked on the hotel room door. It was going to be her first time meeting Jessica in person after playing with her online for months. There was a shadow of someone looking through the door's peephole, then Mo heard a voice. "You know what to do pet." Mo took a deep breath and looked up and down the c...
My life fell into a kind of strange rhythm. In the morning, they lined us up. The cold water was always a shock, but at least it got us clean, at least it washed out all the filth left on us from the previous day. As they toweled us dry, the servants would gossip about the latest scandal; bets at the games, trysts in the castle, bastards born in the street....
It was a day like any other day when Loren came home from work after a long hard day of taking care of the animals at the zoo. She was very tired and all she wanted to do was lay down and sleep so when she came in the door she just laid down on the couch and slept. When she woke up she realized she was not alone and this was not her Larry it was a tall woma...
A small, curvaceous brunette leaned on the door frame of a hot workshop, the only light coming from the sun flooding in through the doorway and one small window, her shadow cast onto the floor in front of her. Her eyes locked onto something on the far side of the space. She took in what had to be her favorite sight. Watching the movement of a figure, bright...
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Caren Yeager swung her 1955 Mercedes-Benz 300SL off the San Diego freeway and expertly gunned it towards her on the city's outskirts. She ran a leather-gloved hand smoothly over the gleaming wooden steering wheel and thought how superbly the black leather looked on the wheel, as if it belonged. Had her car been a Bentley, or a Porsche, even, such gloves woul...
Your skin trembles as I take hold of your left wrist and lift it into the leather cuff attached to the wall by thick chain, and I can feel its feverish heat through the thin barrier of my elbow length pvc gloves. Now your right wrist, and I hear a soft sigh escape your lips, as if in resigned acceptance of your fate. For the final step in preparation, I lift...
Midnight had come and gone. Megan still had no relief from the humidity. Her dark brown hair felt heavy and thick. It stuck to her bare back and shoulders. She cursed herself for not getting a shorter haircut for summer. Her family's country farmhouse was quiet for the night in the lonely, still field of corn. There was no breeze, just a wicked damp heat tha...
Hello, I'm a bit new here and I hope my stories will progress on. I did not copy this story whatsoever, I made it myself, all characters belong to me. - YoursTruly101 __________________ Emily: you did wat!!? "You fool," I muttered to myself for the tenth time while staring at the laptop screen. I pounded my fist on my desk repeatedly, leaving my laptop s...