"Today's military rejects include tomorrow's hard-core unemployed." John F. Kennedy * Alex was still adjusting to her new surroundings. She did not like the inner workings of the ship. Nor did she like the fact that she was placed in Deck Department. Deck was one of the worst places to be on the ship. She worked long hard days that wore her down. All she h...
If you have liked this story, please give your valuable feedback. Thank You. The whole thing was stupid, and I really wanted to be somewhere, anywhere else. But I had agreed to the sleepover at Julia's and she hadn't allowed me to go back on my word. Thus I was stuck with spending the evening with her, that stuck-up bitch Jenny, a strange Goth called Stacey...
Kay didn't know if a Chevy Lumina could actually run on sheer willpower, but if she didn't spot a gas station in about five miles or so, she suspected she was going to find out. She glanced down at the gauge again for the tenth time in the last two minutes, but it thankfully continued to hover right on the line marked 'E'. "Come on come on come on," she chan...
(Dedicated to my Mistress who freed this unhappy girl and made her well again.) Day 1 - The first meeting. It was the most extraordinary experience. A chance encounter to beat ALL chance encounters! I was in a bar in Soho, the place was buzzing and the music was excellent. I wove my way through the crowds to the Ladies and headed for a cubicle. A quick we...
Susan felt as if her heart would beat right out of her chest. The warm deep buzz of submissive arousal filled her, making her face glow and her stomach churn. Her mouth was dry and she felt light-headed, tense and nervous. Why? Why did she do this? But she knew the answer. It was what she wanted. It was what she needed...to be dominated and humiliated...to g...
To call the private studio of the Dominatrix a dungeon would, for the fortunate, earn only her contempt. Eschewing the contrivances of male sadomasochistic fantasies, the walls were painted a passionless shade of gray-green, the oak floor polished to the luster of ancient gold, and the sole window decorated with an embroidered ivory curtain, now closed. The...
West of France, 13th century... The Queen awakened to something soft on her face. The candles had burnt out and it was still dark in the room so she could not think for the moment what it was. Only a faint red glow in the huge stone fireplace indicated the vague shapes in the room high up in the castle of Chinon. Before her eyes could adjust to the dark, th...
This is the strange tale of the night about a month ago that I became one of the Chosen People. It all happened at the apartment of my friend Fran Epstein. The plan for the evening was to go out and hit some bars as we often did. It was understood that we were both free to hook up with other women, but more often than not we ended the evening between her she...
It goes like this; you find inspiration where you can get it. I'm painting. It is here that I am most myself, here where I gain the substance and meaning of life. This is my best reality. I am absorbed, deep into the slide of the paint, probing and revealing an inner world that hasn't been visited until now. She's there on the canvas, in a bed of stars...
The needle of the gas gauge was almost at empty. When Sarah noticed this she cursed under her breath. "Goddamn it..." Sighing resignedly, she took the next exit off Route 20, hoping she'd be able to find a gas station in the nearest town. A few minutes after leaving the highway, Sarah was soon driving along an empty country road. It was a glorious Septe...