It was a Friday, I came home late to my apartment alone and a bit drunk. As I was fumbling with my keys I saw a box. Without thinking I grabbed it on the way in and dumped it on the table. I dropped onto the couch to watch some TV, but nothing was on. Still lagging in my mind was that box. I fixed myself some food and watched some stupid animal show on cable...
“Good morning, darling,” I heard in the deep, British-accented voice that absolutely melts my heart every time I hear it. Then I felt his lips pressed against mine, helping me shake off the last dregs of sleep left within me. Slowly I opened my eyes and saw Simon smiling down at me – he had obviously been awake for awhile as he was both showered and shaved....
This actually happened to me back in 1981, when I was the greensmaster of a large Memorial Park in Southern Oregon. Some names have been changed, but the rest is pretty much how it came down. If you ever have a change to spend time in a working relationship with the deceased, I suggest you do it. It will change you. Please vote! * The wind blew oak leaves...
Disclaimer: This storyline is a fictitious account of a white married couple dealing with a reparations act being passed in a near future America. It will therefore delve into interracial cuckolding. If this is not your interest, please do not read this story and move on to a subject you prefer. For anyone still reading, I hope you will enjoy the following s...
James slept well inside the box, but woke early and spent the next hour peering through the small, four inch square opening in the front of his locked cell. He could see out to the lounge and the kitchen beyond, all lit by the early morning sun and all totally out of reach. He couldn't do anything until Belinda got up, but that was just the way it was when s...
I arrive at work the next day, late as usual, but it is what it is. Rushing once again to my office, I find a beautifully wrapped box on my desk. I set my things down and go to the present. The paper is a gorgeous shade of green - deep emerald - with silver swirls all over it. The package is tied with silver and black ribbon. It looks almost too pretty to op...
Jan could not believe she had allowed, no encouraged, this to this happen. But of course, she had. She sat naked on the chair in front of a mirror. The sound of electric sheers caused her eyes to dart to the side. A stern masculine voice came from behind her a hand wrapped in her hair. "Watch slut." Her eyes returned to the face in the mirror as she fel...
It was late in the afternoon and he was coming home a little later than usual. She met him at the door, so happy to see him. When he comes home she can't wait to hug and kiss him, but today she couldn't. He was carrying a big box and it was blocking her access to him. She noticed that on the box he had written her name and "DO NOT TOUCH OR OPEN"...she kind o...
Chapter 21 "I Needa To Opena My Box." Mrs. Enunzio came in the every Monday morning at 9am and Michael dreaded her weekly visit. "I needa to opena my box," she said in the same words with the same monotonic inflection. Never did she say please or thank you. He had nightmares of her suddenly appearing behind him in the shower, in bed, when he was getting dr...
Chelsea is a manipulative person, overbearing and mean. But she is a physically attractive woman, so she ends up with men who will tolerate who abuses until at some point they stop. She has had 5 approximately equal-length relationships over the past 4 years and they have all ended the same way. The men unconfidently confronted her trying to re-assert themse...