For several days, the whiteout continued. I was learning to live without TV and Internet, though the itch never went away. It was certainly nice to have a vacation and rest with my girls, but that wasn't to say we weren't busy. My driveway was bound to get plowed sooner or later, and when it did, all that snow would be pushed up right in front of my house—if...
Eric Jones. Waya walked down the stairs slowly, as if thinking hard about something. He came and sat on the couch, offering me his hands. I sat up and took them both. "I have spoken to Walks Slowly," he said, "He has the same opinion as me. I have thought about how, or what, to tell you, but the truth will be best." I looked nervously at my new friends...
Chapter 9 - Every day has its dog One of the many and varied pleasures of living with Emma is making her breakfast in bed on a Sunday morning and settling back into bed with her to enjoy it together and survey the Sunday papers. On one such morning I came across an article on the burgeoning sex slave scene amongst young professionals in London. Having read...
"Fuck it!" Blackie slammed her pencil down to the floor. She had been sketching for hours and everything was wrong. Her flow was now gone, the paper was a blur and her head was beginning to pound. She rubbed her throbbing temples as the pain shot through her skull, highly concentrated and precise, like a laser beam penetrating her brain. Fumbling around on...
My wife is stoned. I'm not the intuitive type. I don't see the tiny nuances of body language that would hint at her insobriety. I'm not even what you would usually call 'observant'. I'm typically fairly self-absorbed and intrinsic. It has even been suggested that I'm a bit of an aloof prick sometime. But, call me Sherlock fucking Holmes, the woman is stari...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *After 150,000 plus words for One in Ten, I needed a mental respite so I dreamed this up. I wrote the first five chapters in six days. This is a darkly humorous tale* *Thanks to PokingFun for her editing wizardry* *People who forget their past are doomed to be blind-sided by...
Walk on the Beach, to Dance in the SKY The brown grass brushed the side of my calf with a feathery touch as I walked past it. I felt shivers, and then goosebumps ran up my skin. With my sandals starting to slip in the sand, I walked past the half-faded warning sign. ~NUDE BEACH~ How very strange that something as simple as a place where people take off th...
Author's Notes: Welcome back readers! Thank you for coming back for more, especially after a prolonged gap between chapters. By way of apology, I can only offer that I write when I have the time and energy, and both have been lacking of late. I really wanted to put the finishing touches to "Change," but that's not coming together so well. So, I'm taking...
The Executive: or, How to Break a Slave in Seven Days * * * MONDAY. "Jesus Christ, lady," he choked. "Is that thing real?" I blatted the stun gun just under his nose. He recoiled, scattering papers across his desk. "Look, this is a business. You can't just come in here and--" "Kidnap you? Why yes, yes I can. In fact, you've been asking for it for month...
Ok, so this is turning into a series... If you've come to this before reading parts 1 and 2, it won't make much sense (and FYI, I'm not planning on there being more than a couple more chapters after this one). For those of you returning, I hope you enjoy Rob and Elizabeth's burgeoning relationship. Anyone in this story participating in sexual activities i...