QUICKIE DISCLAIMER - Look up. Don't like it, don't read it. CHAPTER 7: THINGS COULD ALWAYS BE WORSE... The four of us were in the Jacuzzi the next morning and the topic was suicide. We got on the subject after smoking a joint and hearing Isobel open up about it. She had considered suicide during high school and planned to hang herself. "Hanging yourself...
With a heavy lurch forward, the number 9 bus took off from another stop, filled to the brim and straightened folding doors with passengers. Passengers who occupied every seat, and whose hands wrapped and covered every safety railing and pole. In the center of that sea of bodies, handbags, and glowing cell phone screens, moved a redheaded beauty. One who ha...
A sequel now then to my first-person present-tense "Redefining Punishment," with a short accompanying companion poem. *** October 11th, 8:36 a.m. It has been exactly five months since Mommy, p.k.a. Mistress Helen, has "adopted" me as her slave-puppy-daughter. I have since over this summer left any remnants of my past life behind. I am still essentially...
The car had arrived. I got up from the breakfast table and ran upstairs to retrieve my laptop and other office gear. I looked at my reflection in Margot's full length mirror. I looked great in the outfit Nicole had selected for me. The short, but not too daringly short, dark blue pencil skirt had a matching suit jacket. With that I wore a nice white a bit as...
BETH The soft sound of the alarm in my mobile phone at the bedside table woke me up. It was six AM, and I was feeling like hell. I was hurting bad and my throat seemed to be on fire, I felt that it was closed and I couldn't swallow even my own saliva; I felt feverish and each and every joint in my body was as if it had its own life, such was the intense pai...
This story was co-written by Browncuriousity, please do not reproduce without author(s) premession. Evelyn Masters sighed as she cut across three lanes of traffic to get of at the Maple St. exit. More than one person was laying on their horn and giving her impolite hand signals. Thanks to her mother she had nearly missed her exit. "Evie girl can you hear...
Samantha leaned forward and spat, a sticky white string dangling briefly from her mouth before breaking. Humiliation, she thought, her mouth full once again, her breasts swaying with the vigorous back-and-forth motion of her right hand. Lost in thought, she'd been brushing her teeth for a full six minutes. No, not just humiliation, degradation, she reflec...
Welcome, dear reader, to my entry for the 2015 Valentine's Day Story Contest. By way of a warning, I have to say that this is a long story - the competition rules do not permit splitting it into multiple parts, so please forgive me and I hope you find it worth reading all the way to the end. I would add that there is a long build up before any sex, so pleas...