Unconscious Camilla was now reliving a memory that had occurred three years before the aquarium incident, so she was thinking back to when she was thirty-four and lecturing in McGill University in late October. She was discussing two passages in Moby-Dick. "'In Chapter 35, 'The Mast-Head', Herman Melville writes of how we can be lulled into an opium-like, l...
He saw her across the room. She was holding a drink delicately in one hand. She was smiling, a tight sly smile that said she was waiting for a chance to insult the speaker. Her eyes were dark and expressive and somehow soft, inviting. She said her piece and he heard laughter. She didn't join in- just a momentary nod to acknowledge their appreciation, and t...
He’d told me that it was to rain, soon. Although I do not know the man, I still remember his face well. The old timer obviously hadn’t aged well, as his beard was shaggy and knotted in places. His face had been slightly distraught, when he’d told me this, as well. My first thought was simply that he was mad. It wasn’t uncommon in this day and age to find s...
Introduction This story presents you, the reader, with an opportunity to influence its direction. When you have read this element, you will be invited to answer three questions. Your response along with any others received by 30 September 2007 will be used to determine and develop the next stage of the story. If you decide not to contribute then I merely h...
Janet had told the two young men they could only stay a little while as her master would be home soon. If he caught them here she would be punished, perhaps spanked. The outraged looks on their faces were amusing. How improbable a story from the novel seemed, yet they accepted it. After a little more teasing she would have an excuse to shoo them out if they...
She sat on the stool looking all the world like a Princess. Her long blonde hair fell in curls framing her features in perfect harmony. The glass in front of her was covered in condensation and small rivulets of moisture ran down the stem glistening from the overhead lights that encircled the bar. "Can I get you a refill ma'am?" The bartender tried to keep...
AUTHORS NOTE. Hi there. Yes this is my first submission... anywhere, so I hope you'll all go easy on me. I haven't found an editor brave enough to take me on and self-editing is worse than having a tooth pulled!! This story is meant to be a bit of fun. And yes it is FICTION! Mr Anonymous, if you can read, and if you do understand anything, please heed...
Now let me tell you a bit about me. I am just over six feet tall, about 250 pounds of solid muscle and very well endowed. My hair is about an inch away from my shoulders and a dark chestnut color. I have been used, abused, raped, fucked, sucked and basically turned inside out by the people who have made me pay back my gambling debt by turning me into a mal...
Lexies's bare legs were crossed at the knee as she sat on the edge of the motel bed and carefully read the letter that Ted, the male college student, handed her. It was written by his friend David and contained the unique code word in the final paragraph. It was a code word that she assigned to every customer who referred another male to her. Ted was justif...
I hear the tumbling of water as I walk down the hallway. I can hear by the density of it falling that the tub is almost full. My feet ache, my back is tense and my neck so sore. My eyes are nearly closed as I move with weary feet towards the door. I can feel the steam on my face and smell the faint fragrance of Roses caressing the air. My mind grows lax and...