I ended my last submission with Earl driving the yacht to a secluded cove where we could spend the second night with him. Frank, Joe and me were onboard his yacht on a long weekend and we had agreed to let him have the same privileges to my body as both Frank and my husband did, I must say Earl made really good use of his privileges. We had arrived at the c...
It was a Friday when the six month period ended and the divorce was final. By that time Janet had thrown herself into her work with a vengeance. Her performance was catching the eyes of higher management. With her good performance and confidence at work Janet didn't feel at all guilty about taking that Friday afternoon off. She went to her jeweler. Janet was...
She seemed almost nervous, which was highly out of character for her. For the past two hours, she had paced the small cottage, frequently peeking out of the tiny window facing the sea. They never spoke much—or at all, really—but he was convinced he knew her well. One who lives in close proximity to another person for two years cannot help but learn a few th...
Daily living As I look back on the previous chapters I think I may have given the wrong impression… while all the girls are sexually submissive to me, and we are all “faithful” to each other, weekday daytimes are another story… Not that we don’t occasionally have sex during the weekdays, but if we do, I am not necessarily a “Dom,” or even a participant. Eve...
Yes, it was anger. Lashing out with her feet, the girl attempted to kick her captors as they dragged her back to their spot on the deserted beach. But they merely laughed and held her more tightly, moving easily out of range. She even tried biting the hands gripping her wrists, but the older man simply grabbed her shoulder-length brown hair and pulled her...
Molly Chapter 1 Tue Jan 18, 2011 09:29 Molly's love Ok, so maybe he was more of a crush than a real boyfriend, but we were good friends. I was the geeky goth chick, and he was the honor role track star-pretty much out of my league. Still, he hung out with me, and would stick up for me in school, which dragged him down a bit, but made my life a lot better...
We walked in silence along the beach, the only sound coming from the howling wind, the crashing waves and the gulls screeching as they circled over the surf looking for their next meal. This was the best time to walk on the beach, the wind driving spray into our faces, its cool freshness washing the cares of the world away, plus the fact that we had the beac...
Each New Year's Eve, I sit down with my diary and write out a list of things to look forward to over the next twelve months. I prefer not to call them resolutions. Mostly they are needs, which I turn into opportunities to look forward to. That way, even the shitty ones have a positive spin to them. And there can be a lot of shitty ones! I also look back at...
This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. It does start slowly. ***** I always gave my hometown as a particular medium-sized city in the lower Midwest. To be more precise, though, I grew up about twenty miles east of the city. The area had been pretty rural back then. Even today...
They climbed off the bus and retrieved their packs from the luggage compartment. Dingle wasn't a very big town, if you could even call it a town. It was more of a small village on the far southwest coast. A throwback to the picturesque simplicity of small-town Ireland, but it had a bus depot at the bottom of the Strand and the Mall, and the two emerged into...