Authors Note: This is a continuation of the story Discovery. If you haven't, you may want to go back and read it first or you won't follow the story line as intended. ***** Finally reaching her apartment and closing the door behind her Ruth slumped against it, her breath coming in short gasps. Her mind was reeling from the combination of embarrassment and...
"Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave, trying to animate lifeless clay?" -Mary Shelley, "Frankenstein" *** It started with the skin. Elsa would stay up all night looking at it. Sometimes she got so close that Elizabeth, sleeping next to her in bed, stirred, fitful and dreaming, and Elsa wo...
On the way downstairs, I grabbed a baseball cap and threw it on my head, so no one would see the little prickly hairs that started to grow on my head. I thought Clark would have been outside by now, but to my surprise, he was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a snack. "Where's Uncle Johnathon?" I asked. "Him and Mom went to Metropolis. They do it every...
It all started with a bit of fun or as an experiment. I found make-up in the bathroom, and in particular it was lipstick; red lipstick. I wondered what it was like and I put it on. Half knowing I shouldn't but I wanted to anyway. I put it on in a deliberate and detailed fashion making sure to get the edges to emphasize the fullness. My lips looked sexy. I co...
The story you are about to read is true...and it is for Master, as always. ____________________________ There were no two ways about it...she had to be punished. As much as it pained Him, He could not claim to love her and yet allow her error to go unchecked. She had masturbated while He was away. It was not that He forbade such a thing. It was that she ha...
I am a good girl. I have almost always tried to be a good girl. My father is a strong, certain, proper man who lives to be right with God in all things. I have strived all my life to be that way. But, as I have gotten older and moved away from home I have found that I can only really be a good girl when I'm in the presence of those that are perfect. Or t...
She stood at the bar, both hands wrapped around her vodka soda. She wasn't waiting for anyone, just wanted a change of scene, a place where there were no familiar sounds or smells. She stared at her glass watching the bubbles drift through her drink. He stepped up behind her, one large hand press to the bar next to her hand. She felt him directly behind her...
"Think of me in the shower." "Always." Headphones off, I turn away from the computer and head to the shower. I always enjoy listening to him play games. That voice. That beautiful deep, sexy voice. I shiver getting into the shower. The hot water flows over me. I run my hands through my hair, feeling every muscle relax as the warm water eases my tension aw...
Most of the playmates of 1969 were already in the large dressing room at the mansion and the room was buzzing with excitement. The girls were giggling and teasing each other as they wriggled into bunny costumes; the girls who actually worked as bunnies helped the others get into the revealing outfits. Nobody had told them what was going on except that it was...
Connor Anderson was hunched over and scribbling furiously in his notebook when the bell above the door jingled. For the last hour he'd been on a roll, he was in his fourth year of college studying Psychology and he supplemented his school fees and living expenses by working nights at the local liquor store. Being a Monday night, it had been slow and not at a...