Author's note: while the setting and characters are loosely based on reality, the events depicted in this story most certainly are not! * Danielle's favourite part of the economics conference was a presentation about rural land use change. It wasn't so much that she was interested in land use (though she was), it was more because the presenter was utterly...
For Adam... and for me. I was standing in the bathroom trying to decide which skirt to wear to the masquerade party that night. I asked my husband, Adam, what he thought. After the briefest of deliberations, he said, "The short one." I had already selected the rest of my outfit for the night--high-heeled black leather boots, thigh-high fishnets, a skimpy...
Grayson leaned back in his chair, his boots hooked casually over the opposite seat in lieu of any company. In fact, his whole corner of the bar was rather vacant. He felt comfortable enough for that, with a huge serving of roasted meat at his elbow and a glass of wine settled down in his palm. It was a good inn, for all the reputation of the city’s quarter d...
I was trying hard to make it through a long and boring Friday afternoon at work. My mood was as gloomy as the gray overcast skies. I should have been excited about a new client and two new job orders to work on. But I wasn't. My mind was elsewhere. My eyes kept moving to the windows; hoping to see a certain man who had teased me about showing up unannounced...
VI Charlotte was very anxious on the first day of her new job: not just because of the anxiety of working with new people and finding new routines, but also just the concept of working all day with no clothes. She had of course been shown round the offices before today and knew what to expect. It was nonsense to say that nudity was compulsory. Not everyone...
I have been toying with the idea of a Nutcracker story for several years now -- having had my own sort of Nutcracker tale in the form of my very first BDSM experience. This is very loosely based on that experience, but someday I will eventually write the real story for you all. And of course, this is merely the Overture, as it were. In the future -- perhaps...
I had worked at the local drug store for about two years since dropping out of college. I had made the common mistake of focusing on beer and girls rather than my studies. Still living at with the folks at 21 and working a crappy job didn't exactly make me popular with the ladies back home. I hadn't had a steady girlfriend since high school and only a few qu...
My coworker at Ashida-Kikuchi was named Lauren. We were both techs in the whacked out physics lab. It was a pretty sweet gig because the doctor was never around and Lauren was really brilliant so whatever assignments we did get she handled easily. I only got the job because my uncle was a janitor but she was a groupie to Dr Kikuchi if science has such people...
Autumn had finally set over the land; mother nature's paint brush had been busy turning the leaves to the vibrant colours of orange, red and yellow and the air had taken on the crisp smoky smell that can only be associated with fall. Leaves and frost crunched under Nate's feet as he made his way across campus to the mailboxes. His hopes soared at the prospec...
Someone was knocking on my door. No one knocks on my door at nine o'clock at night. This was my first surprise of the evening. I live alone, and have just a few close friends, all of whom keep pretty similar hours to mine - up too damn early, bed early to compensate. My building manager is a very nice woman who'd never dream of interrupting anyone's evening...