Megan was sitting in her living room watching TV. The show date room where contests searches the rooms of the people they wanted to date was on. The show was about a woman looking for the perfect Slave girl. Megan Laughed at the show. "How fake. They really want us to buy into the fact that she a real domme. Please! What you think Tiffany?" Asked Megan....
(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm. I welcome feedback. * "The weirdest thing I've done?" echoed Amy, giggling into her alcopop. "I don't know," she said in defeat. "Come on," pressed Megan, slumped on the couch next to Amy. "There has to be something that stands out." "Well," Amy admitted in between drunken laughs, "I've probably done a few things with my last girlf...
Author's note: Hey everyone! Here's the second chapter for "The Good Deed". I would like to thank "AdventurousLover" for reading my draft and confirming that is was in good shape. (Sorry for being a pain by the way.) Unless I'm inspired or asked to write additional chapters by several people, this will be my last chapter for this story. Feel free to revie...
It was the middle of a slow afternoon, after the lunchtime rush, before the drifting hurry of afternoon coffees, the time when nothing much was happening. Megan was standing at the service counter, bored, pretending to sort cutlery but mostly just dawdling and resting, not really doing much of anything. She was standing there, wasting time, when a soldier w...
It had been two months since Matt, Megan, and Danielle had returned to Washington, DC. The three continued seeing each other, spending lots of time together and having incredible sex. Some things had changed for the three. Megan had transferred and now worked with Danielle in the World Food Programme logistics office. Matt had transferred to a new position w...
Matt and Megan had finished breakfast and decided to go for a morning swim. They checked out the snorkeling gear and listening to a quick safety briefing, they headed for the beach. The Caribbean waters were crystal clear, so much so that even from several hundred feet in the air one could see the sea floor. The couple donned their masks and began their snor...
Author's Note: This is the fourth story in a series that begins with "Macy's Crush" and "Ashlee and Naiya's Sleepover" and is directly preceded by "A Sudden Change". For the most part I feel this story should be capable of standing on its own, but please feel to read those as well if you find that I am wrong in my assumption. If you enjoy this one I have no...
With full acknowledgements for the inspiration of this story, to Colleen Thomas, and her 'Irish Eyes'. My apologies if she is offended. Prologue. It was just turned three-thirty on a hot August summer afternoon, in 1982, and the very air itself was sleeping, one eye drowsily open. The occasional drawn-out protest from a whirling flock of blackbirds, as the...
Megan opened the door to her apartment. Friday at last, and she planned on enjoying an entire weekend of doing nothing. The smell of a freshly baked cake greeted her dainty nose. Faye was home. Oh well... at least she would be in her room the entire weekend. Megan knew her roomie had just purchased an ounce of marijuana, which always meant an entire weekend...
"Dude, so what was really going on?" Josh questioned again. "What?" "You heard me." "What do you mean, what was going on?" "With your mother?" Josh specified as though there was no doubt. "I don't know what you're talking about," Rick answered. "What do you think was going on?" "Looked like you two were pretty close," Josh persisted. "Dude, you think...