[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] [No celebrities were harmed in the writing of this composition. This account, of course, is purely harmless fiction; none of these people did or would do any of these actions.] * What's the old, tired, expression: "Well, it was a tough job, but SOMEONE had to do it!" My...
Every once in a while, a couple of characters enter into my world and speak to me about interesting things. This is just such a story. It's my hope that you will enjoy meeting them and their crazy ideas as much as I enjoyed writing them down for you. Thanks for taking the time to read another one of my stories. =Dreamweaver594= ***** One afternoon, while s...
In the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, while soaring through the clouds, Gabriel had a dream. * * * He awoke to total blackness. He was naked, crouching in the depths of what appeared to be a cave. Panic seized him. For a moment, he remembered his experience on the Munich case seven years before; he feared that he had become a beast again. But deep down,...
Chapter 2 - The Perfect Party Game Disguise 'Thanks,' she said dropping a triumphant kiss on top of my head. I immediately felt twisted round her finger and I wished I'd made a greater effort to object. But I didn't have time for further contemplation as I started to pull off my shirt. She hauls more clothing from her cupboard. Soon she'd found a pair of pi...
Chapter 1 Penny Eastman wasn't a neglectful mother. She wasn't a domineering mother. She wasn't a permissive mother. She tried her best to raise her daughter, Vickie Eastman right, tried to raise her to be respectful of others, conscientious, and courteous. Penny tried to teach her daughter the same morals and principles that her own mother had taught her....
I was feeling even more frustrated with my husband Jeff this particular morning. He seemed too busy at the office, too tired to take me out, and more importantly…too tired for sex! It had all been different a year ago, before he got that damm promotion. Now I had to make do with the occasional quickie once a month. But even that seems to have diminished, of...
"There isn't a more intense feeling in the world," Cait said, "than that of completely giving up control." I stared hard at her. What was wrong with her? Control was something I always had. I'll be damned if I was going to give it up to anyone, much less someone wielding handcuffs and a whip. The experimentalist in me retreated quickly behind a wall of ind...
He had been my Master for nearly a year. I cannot say exactly why I so enjoyed the humiliation, the torment and the pain that he made me endure. But I did. Very much. My feeling for him was like an addiction. Many times I thought, “I’ve had enough. I can’t stand this. This is the last time.” But I always came back. I needed him. And he knew, and he used that...
I was 36 when I started grad school. I was older because I had spent a lot of years in the military and also on starting a family. I got into a pretty good school and four years later I was writing my thesis. My area of concentration was U.S. History and in particular 19th century reform movements. This meant I spent a lot of time in the school archives as w...
Ellie stared at the casket, admiring the beautiful flowers and thinking of the once beautiful woman it contained. She looked over to where Claire was sitting and noted how pale she looked. The soft cheeks she had kissed a thousand times were track-marked by the ever present tears dripping silently from the corners of her brown eyes. Ellie sighed and walked o...