Joanna picked up the plates and started to the kitchen. Lyssa grabbed more of the china and silverware and followed her. They continued this until the dishwasher was loaded. When they could hear the dishwasher running, they moved back to the dining room and finished cleaning up. They had been having dinner several times a week at Joanna's house for the past...
"Hello Aunt Karla..." "Hello, Joanna, whom do you want rubbed out?" "Wha...what are you talking about?" "Jo, ever since you were twelve years old, the only times you ever called me Aunt Karla, instead of just Karla, were when you wanted something. Now I know you can't possibly need money; you can't possibly need an abortion; you don't need my permission t...
Joanna took Lyssa everywhere in town. Everyone seemed to be talking about the two beautiful women and the huge dog who went everywhere together. They really were the talk of Mackey. The slit skirts that Lyssa wore and the heavy dog leash attached to those skirts were whispered about also; no one had the nerve to ask the two women about it. On a warm spring...
Keli poked her head out from the kitchen nook after the front door slammed violently and she heard loud, vivid cursing. "Lyssa?" Her normally calm roommate was leaning against the entryway wall, eyes closed, cheeks red and breathing heavily. "What's wrong?" "I'm having a bad day," the blonde said through clenched teeth as her lids opened to reveal eyes the...
"Lyssa, I can't believe what your saying. You won't have sex with me of your own accord, but you would have me beat you into submission. I can't get my head around that. I feel like I'm in some weird waking dream. Do you mean that you'd allow me to beat you without condemning me for it? I find this so bizarre that I'm not certain you actually said what I thi...
"You know, my sugary sweetness, I love seeing you wear the nipple rings and chain. It's very sexy and I like the idea that you're chained to me -- figuratively, of course. We'll practice with Brutus until you're comfortable with the idea that he's chained to your tits, uh, breasts." Lyssa held one end of the chain to her breasts and let the other end dangle...
I've always thought that shoes are the real window to a woman's soul. A fashionable socialite, wearing Versace, wears beautiful shoes that befit her lifestyle and view on life. A working woman wears flats that keep her feet comfortable, and athletic women wear shoes that enhance their performance. Slim chance of finding one wearing the wrong shoes! I don't p...
Natalie settled into her overstuffed armchair, pulled close to the small space heater. The wind howled, rattling the windows as it rattled Natalie's nerves. Sipping hot tea, she stared at her journal opened before her. This was Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year, and she had been spending the evening focusing on the fact that she was alone, and h...
Every year since I turned 21, my uber-sexy boyfriend Tyler and all my friends have made it tradition to take me to the local strip club, Dazzlers. Dazzlers is a little bit more high-class than your average fuck-in-the-back, gloryhole-ridden club, but not so stuffy that you’d have to call it a “gentleman’s club”. In fact, gentlemen in that club are pretty few...
Blood ran down her face, trickling thickly from the gash on her brow down over high cheek bones, to drip from her chin onto her delicate white blouse. Green eyes narrowed. "Oh no you didn't" The cheeky grin was replaced with a flicker of apprehension and guilt before defiance came into the grey eyes locked in her gaze. Moonlight played across Lysas' patr...