As I walked into the dimly lit room, I could smell the heat in the air. The note had said, "Room 469, 1:00pm. Wear something easily removed." It had been typed, but when it had been delivered with a dozen white and fuchsia gladiolas, I knew it was from one or the other of them. Maybe both. Also, It didn't say which hotel, so I assumed it would be the one pla...
I love the gym at night. No one around, no stares from the corner of men’s eyes and no whining kids asking if they can go yet. I have a set routine that begins around 11:30 p.m. when I get off work. I am a night person because the most fun happens at night or so I believe. I was working my upper body with the free weights when a redheaded women entered the...
The name is Adara Ibrahim, and I'm a young black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently graduated from Carleton University with a bachelor's degree in criminal psychology. Presently I work as an addictions counsellor with the Department of Social Services. That's a fifty-eight-thousand-dollar-a-year job by the way. I'm only...
Everyone depicted in this story is above the age of 18. /// I'm laying, blindfolded, on the motel bed. It's a surprisingly cute and clean place for being so far from the city centre. I've cuffed myself to the bedframe as you've instructed, waiting breathlessly for you to arrive. Your exact instructions were to cuff myself to the bed, naked and blindfolded...
The sounds of the coming dawn woke Deanna from her sleep. It was early yet and she lay there for a minute or so listening to the morning bird calls and the rumble of the waterfall on the other side of the canyon. None of the other hunters were up yet and the sun had not yet touched the sky. She listened for a moment longer, making sure there were no dangers...
As she stood waiting for the door to open, Britney realized how nervous she was. She knew she was in awe of her boss, I mean who wouldn't be. In her mid forties and running a big company yet she could easily be mistaken for a thirty year old. Britney had no idea what her Mrs. Carlson wanted her to do today, she just hoped she didn't screw it up. The door op...
As Jillian leaned forward to suck on Abigail's breast, her tshirt rode up, showing the back of her bikini briefs, not that anyone was watching. They sat in silence, broken only by gulps from Jillian. Abigail closed her eyes and swallowed, relaxing and trying to put the craziness of this out of her mind. Daniel, her 42 year old husband was out cold as he usua...
WHAT HAPPENED NEXT? In the aftermath of her encounter with Birgit, Rachel takes us to the end of her story, covering her wedding and day to day life with Birgit. Well it looks like I have some catching up to do! My daughter has surged ahead with her account while I've been doing other things, all good things I might add. We had a dinner party with Anna an...
CHAPTER 58 "Olivia, please stop." The voice calling me from behind makes me turn on my heels and I find Angie coming towards me. "You left the shop more than an hour ago! What are you still doing here? And why are you almost running in the opposite way of your bus stop! Is everything alright?" she asks. I can sense the true concern in her voice. She know...
A low chime announced the arrival of the third course. I let it sit in the dumbwaiter for now and looked across the table at my companion and smiled warmly as she spoke. Her words had chilled me on the inside. I hope it didn't show in my smile. She had unknowingly revealed to me that she had been suffering from low-grade posttraumatic stress disorder or at...