Tom looked like he had just won the lottery. He was beaming and as happy as ever. He decided that he would make me a gift which would be a constant reminder of our relationship and status. For the next few weeks as soon as he got home Tom, who has an engineer, would retreat to the basement. I would hear banging and motors, but he did not want me to see what...
My controlled exhale slipped a bit as a quiver of relief rippled through me. I could hear her coming up the mountain; she was thrashing angry too. That only excited me. I was so happy she was coming. She was my apprentice. She loved our relationship and our work, yet her honor was deep, and she was raised to attend with the princess. Her internal protector a...
After 15 years of marriage, Steve and Lisa had decided they needed to "spice" things up a little bit. At first, this just involved visits to the local strip club, but later progressed to attending a few "swinger" parties where they both realized they were really into exhibitionism. Recently, they had become even more adventurous and had visited the local adu...
There are critics of Madonna who say that she shocks for the sake of shock, that she has little substance other than a good sense of fashion. There are some critics who lay blame on her for Britney and Christina, and a fashion that pushes raunchiness rather than classiness. Those critics who level that blow are forgetting one of Madonna's biggest and importa...
The light misty rain fell softly against my face, my eyelashes. My vision sparkled as old fashioned street light illumination shone through. My feet were cold. I was standing barefoot on the cobblestones, silently absorbing and enjoying the turn of the century atmosphere that was Gastown, Vancouver. I was cold. I wore nothing under my fancy purple trench co...
Melody has been at the club all night. She got some phone numbers and hit on but no action. She has been in town now a month and no action. She went out and bought the shortest dress she can find. The little red dress hugged her tiny frame. She is narrow in the waist making her hips wider than they actually are. Her breasts are oversized for her body. The gi...
Striding down the dimly lit corridor, i glance over at her. she can't be more than...20? 25? Yet she seems to think she has a submissive side...well, perhaps she does. Where was i when i was 20? i had no clue about that "other" woman who was living inside me all those years. i feel a pang of jealousy toward her, only because she may be discovering something...
The sweet sounds of battle still rang in her ears, reverberating through her body even though the final blows had fallen hours ago. It may have been because the ground she was standing on was thick with the blood of the devils they had slaughtered. The heavy aroma of death was just as exhilarating as the first time she had taken a life, sucking the energy fr...
Camilla had had a crush on Mr. Grisham, her grade 12 English teacher, ever since she saw him walk into the classroom on the first day of the second semester. That he was about forty, and she'd just turned eighteen, didn't bother her at all: she'd always had a thing for older, distinguished, intelligent men. He was tall, blond-haired and blue-eyed; she found...
I watched her. She walked slowly around the gallery her eyes fixed on the canvasses displayed on the walls. Occasionally she would stop and examine a brush stroke or technique and even less stop and gaze at a piece absorbing the artists' work. She stood out from the crowd of attendees at this small gathering in this small town, her long black red hair caught...