I ended up in the place that nobody wanted be at the worst point in time without an alternative. There really is no other way to look at it. Only the "most fortunate" people have the pleasure of being my company at this gorgeous venture. More like a complete waste of space and a poor excuse of a dive. The people who sit next to me, drinking light beers an...
It has been over a month since my crazy weekend with Gina and I will admit I think about it regularly. Pretty much every night I have been getting off either by my own hand or a few times a week I text my fuck toy Jason. So far, he has responded almost immediately. There was one night I texted him at about eleven o'clock, much later than usual but despite ge...
This is a continuation of my series of stories about the Countess. While each story can stand on its own you might want to read the first installment calledDreaming in the Shower where I introduced the characters. The sun was up with blinding light on the beach sand. Having gone through Mexican customs at the US Mexican boarder I finally cleared Tijuana, a...
It starts so very randomly and unexpectedly. I am sitting in a cafe during lunch time in a mall not too far from my Los Angeles suburbs house. And I call my wife Archana. She does not answer. I get a text message instead. - Sorry Ninad, in a very important meeting at office. Will call later. Anything urgent? I stare at the message for a few seconds. With q...
Chapter 2: Giving In I thought a lot about what had happened over the next few days. I had told my best friend Abbey about agreeing to the date with Lincoln, and she wanted to know how the night went, naturally. Abbey was on the cross-country team with me, and we had been close since seventh grade. I told her of course, but not everything. I told her we bon...
Visits from Chelsea were eventful. Though it was the same event played differently each time, it never ceased to stick out, witnessing the futa get lodged in the doorway. Marissa had a stock of oil for that purpose alone, helping her friend get in. Once, she left her in the door and took a nap, tired of the routine, and came back to Chelsea still trapped. Su...
Abstract: The brainwashing only works on four out of five women. The others have to stay at the Bimbo Asylum. * A new patient's screams from a padded cell next door woke Abigail. She sat-up in her white lacy bra and panties, turned her long legs out of the bed, and let her toes touch the cold floor. It was chilly and the Asylum didn't splurge on heat. She...
The tears rolled down Mimi's face as she drove, she had never felt betrayal like this before. Wouldn't it be just her luck that the one person to ever betray her would be the first person she ever fell in love with, the man she was still deeply and completely in love with. She was so stupid! She had warned herself over and over again, but she hadn't even lis...
This is one of many stories based on true events during my two year employment at a five star hotel. Names have been changed. Enjoy! "Crash, plane. Crash, plane. Please," Joe mumbled under his breath as the roaring plane dipped to meet the ground. His stomach tightened in that final moment when the craft connects. Joe was snapped into his seat, the aircraft...
Standing at the bus stop on a mild autumn evening, 18-year-old Jane felt a growing sense of excitement. If everything went to plan tonight, she'd have something to tell Shona about when her raven haired, Irish friend returned from school hockey trip to France. Ever since Shona had returned from spending the half-term holiday at home in Ireland, telling Jane...