michael awoke with a start at the change in the sound of the airplane's engines. The captain announced they would soon be landing, and michael wondered if his excitement was showing. He was scared to death, and excited beyond all reason. He fingered the new heavy silver chain again and remembered the night She locked it on him. Never before had anyone known...
This story has been co-authored by myself and another writer who posts here. For now, the story is only listed under my name. Each section is separated by three stars, and indicates a change in author and point of view.- mlyn * * * * * The saying was correct. It can always get worse. I'd spent the entire day putting out one fire after another, never really...
3:17 AM. You hate being late. My hallway is dark, but you knew that already. You pass the chair I always throw my coat over when I walk in the front door after work. The blue one. It was a gift from my mother. I have to call her. You know that because I always call her on Wednesday mornings before work but after my shower. While I watch the news. Channel 9....
I'd gone to Paddles, a bondage club in New York City, originally for no other reason then to try and remove the dreams I'd been having as of late. I'm not sure exactly what started the dreams but some erotic literature I had received at my apartment had definitely brought them to the forefront of my mind. The dream was a recurring one and, nightly, at least...
Conclusion On July 15, 2011, SFPD officers Russo and Hicks came to the apartment of one Odetta Lucessi. Concerned friends had asked the police to check on Odetta as she had not contacted them, nor been seen at her usual haunts, for over a week. Russo and Hicks were very happy to go out of their way to visit Odetta's apartment. She was a celebutante an...
Her name isn't Cheyenne, it's Pat. Pat used to be a hotel manager, until she discovered Shambala. Shambala, from what I can tell, is a place that existed thousands of years ago, populated by aliens and spirits who created our Earth as a form of experiment. Not everyone on Earth has a soul, Cheyenne informs me in her soothing customer-service trained voice....
"Hey there sport." "Sheila, you're back!" "Aw, did ya miss me? I might just shit my pants with pleasure." Sheila was the proprietor of Stall 137, and no, she was not a Park Avenue debutante. She was a little younger than old as hell, brassy, bold and never took crap off of anyone. Me, I was a college aged kid just learning how to wipe my ass when I met S...
Unplugging the hoover, Annabel wound in the cable and sat down on the sofa. Sundays always seem to drag, especially when her husband, Roger was away with his work. He worked for an oil company and every now and then he had to go over to Saudi Arabia, sometimes for up to a month at a time but after nearly twenty years of marriage, Annabel was used to it, well...
As I was searching through the jumble of clothes trying to find something to wear, Wendy came up behind me. "Will you wear these? I love them on you." It was the purple sweater and a pair of white shorts she had bought for me in Champaign. They had a cuff high up on the leg, and were obviously female. In the happy afterglow of the afternoon, I said yes....
I noticed a classic yummy mummy watching her young child play on the equipment at the fast food restaurant, at the same time as I was sitting outside stealing their free internet. She'd kept her young figure post-birth, with 34DD breasts setting off a thing frame and slender legs with muscular calves. She looked like the joke about single moms being pole da...