I parked my blue Camry and mustered my courage. I hate dealing with things like this, as a general rule. I had to get my brakes checked because the car was shaking when I braked hard. No big deal for most people, but I'm introverted and moody; I just wasn't in the mood for explaining what was going on with my car to some man who would probably look at me lik...
I looked myself up and down in the mirror, I wanted to look strong, but not threatening. It was important that I looked the part for role I was to play that day. Back when I was in college, I came across a small windfall of money; most men would have spent it on women and malt liquor, but I decided to invest it in rental properties. Usually I use the faci...
Pauline has been brought up to practise and enjoy sexual thrills from sado-masochism and is on a quest to find her father, a secret agent, last seen at the Athens Hilton. Though still a virgin, in spite of many sexual experiences, Pauline's controller, Fagin, has 'sold' her to a new master, Ulysses. After passing tests of severe tolerance, Ulysses entrusts h...
Do bear with me on this as I lost my editor and have been bouncing trying to find another one with no luck so if my grammar and such is off please bare with me but I promised you chapter 4 so here it is My thanks to 1sickbastard for his help with the first little bit of this chapter before he went poof on me and to my husband and family whose ears I bent whe...
The architect looked vaguely familiar, though I didn't know the name. "I'm David," he said. "We met at that Christian Summer Camp." "Oh," I said neutrally. That camp was not something I wished to remember. We had both been eighteen, which was a good while ago. I had the feeling he was going to give me a message I might not want to hear. But business is bus...
"Hey Strawberry!" My boyfriend's voice summoned me back from gazing at the store display. I'd been trying to decide which fall jacket I was going to buy. I still hadn't made up my mind. "Alan, that was quick." Alan blushed. I liked it when he blushed although it did seem funny on a six foot tall blonde haired guy who did weights like it was a religion. Cute...
(In which Relationship counseling takes on a whole new meaning when guns and heavy weaponry are involved) When Inara and Jorge emerged into the cargo bay and Kaylee and Simon had exchanged furtive embraces and scuttled in dishabille to their respective stations, Mal called to Kaylee "If you hear gunfire and I give you the word, I want you to slam the inner...
Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Bounteous thanks to Kevin for his incredibly thorough critiquing and voluminous notes. Thanks to Sensual Curves for her help in proofreading. Thanks to my wife for handling the editing duties on this chapter. After you've read this, if you have a...
Some time has passed since Bonnie's visit in the club. During that time nothing spectacular has happened. Her daily ritual of being in position reciting the Standing Rules, occasionally being put in the Sensory Deprivation Box, sex with Him and shared with a few others were pretty much the rule but no big deal. He had sold His car and bought a Pick-up truck...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse or Bayley or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Bayley was in the second stage of grief, and she wasn't sure she'd ever leave it. She'd taken a series of devastating losses throughout her career, but for her, this one was the fin...