Amanda Quinn's life was a simple equation. Unfulfilled potential multiplied by an empty wallet, divided by a bunch of unpaid bills; bills that were strewn across her mini-studio; the one that offered a fabulous view of fifty-seventh street; the walls painted a pristine shade of white; the floors sanded to perfection, stinking of Murphy's Oil Soap. "Bills,"...
This is a work of fiction, and all characters are above 24. Feedbacks are highly appreciated. _____________ They both had plans for the next day. John went to play Tennis while Amanda went to meet some of her friends. At 10 PM, John came to pick Amanda up. As instructed, he parked the car at a corner, and proceeded to get into the space in front of the dri...
I have a bad feeling about this, Melissa thought as she entered the locker room. Kristy was standing before her naked, but that wasn't what bothered Melissa. The cheerleaders changed into and out of their uniforms in front of each other and frequently showered together after games and practices, and were quite used to the sight of nudity, especially in the l...
Briskly silencing the shrill cry, I cocooned myself deeper within my duvet and listened to the rain's soporific beat drum seductively against the pre-dawn blackened window-pane. A few seconds' thought was all it took to decide me that today I would enjoy a day of guilty pleasure avoiding the rigours of work. I reset my snoozing alarm clock for 9:30am, a time...
Briskly silencing the shrill cry, I cocooned myself deeper within my duvet and listened to the rain's soporific beat drum seductively against the pre-dawn blackened window-pane. A few seconds' thought was all it took to decide me that today I would enjoy a day of guilty pleasure avoiding the rigours of work. I reset my snoozing alarm clock for 9:30am, a time...
Chapter Ten Monday's are never much fun. All the stuff that happened over the weekend piles up and gets stacked up next to all the stuff that needs to be dealt with for that day, and all the reporters have their assignments, and all the editors and producers have their stuff to handle and everyone just gets on everyone else's nerves and to make things absol...
It's 2 a.m., and my driver pulls up to the curb. My assistant opens my door for me, and promptly follows behind me. My right boot makes a dense packing noise as it hits the pavement, while my fingers curl around the door frame. My chains jungles and my trench coat billows as the wind blows gently, causing my black hair to half way cover my face. There are ho...
...I started to rub my dick even harder as my eyes did a double take seeing who it was, flat on her back, in the center of the noisy group of men. It was Amanda, the tall natural blonde that I had jacked myself off to while she was throwing herself around the sandy volleyball court. Amanda was spread out on the cockeyed cushions of one of the hotel's loves...
Celebrity Space Camp I: The Ties That Bynes For the life of me, I cannot remember the last time I went about my day without a nutritious breakfast in my stomach. It seemed sacrilegious—downright criminal perhaps—but on June 19th, 2006, I had very good reason to skip out on the most important meal of the day. By orders of Senior Aeronautical Commandeer Henry...
Another season passed. And then another year. Training under Ms. Kathleen's tutelage brought Amanda's knowledge of domination; of sadism and masochism; of the intricate needs and unspoken wants of the guests that came to call; to a better and broader view. Amanda no longer craved Ms. Kathleen's approval, yet was filled with pride nonetheless when submissive...