This is a revised version; hopefully it makes for a better read. I hope you enjoy it. Comments are appreciated. Special thanks to Brandon for editing this story. No portion of this story may be reproduced for any reason without the express, written permission of the author. . . . This story is a work of fiction. The characters, places, and incidents are ei...
It was 9:00 pm and I was tired. It seemed like it was my responsibility to take care of everything that needed to be done. Up at 5:00 am, get myself up and dressed, make breakfast, get the kids up and dressed, get them to school, rush to my job, get home at night, make dinner... and on, and on, and on. The kids had finally stopped whining and gone to bed, th...
It was a cool fall evening, and I was invited to a friend's place for a bonfire. I had been out of town, and hadn't seen everyone in a while. What better chance to reconnect, than a cold beverage, a warm fire and a few laughs? Their place was out past the edge of town. Just far enough removed for the peace and quiet, while being close enough to get anything...
Thinking of that moment now as she rode the escalator, Marta's stomach growled with hunger, but it was the absence of Him that she most keenly felt. He was not there to take her by the hand and his last message early this morning had been disappointingly brief. "Can I trust that you're still being a good girl, like we agreed?" In their early chats and when...
GROUP PRODUCTS SUPPLYERS TO THE TRADE Read the sign over the door. It wasn't where I worked myself, but I had an excellent excuse to go in, as I regularly sold them my own products, being in the cleaning trade. That wasn't my real reason for being there that day though, and I had other thoughts on my mind, and every one of them involved a young lady calle...
Like much of the world, I used to believe that Muslim women were dull and boring, and above all else, submissive and weak. Until I met a Saudi Arabian Muslim dominatrix named Afaf Saoud, and she introduced me to my submissive side. Now I'm her sub, and we're dating. Afaf wants me to convert to Islam and marry her. Seriously, Afaf already has my Islamic name...
Returning from the kitchen I found the girls still in their prone positions ready to fall asleep from their drunken stupor. Realizing that the day would go unfulfilled, I took out my pack of cards, laid Twister and the bottle of baby oil on the coffee table, and began to rouse the girls awake. I then had Julie and Amanda refasten all of their loose clothing...
Jack Martin was a successful businessman at the age of 25, he had taken over many of his father's businesses after he passed away in a road accident a month before Jack completed his business administration course at Harvard. Though Jack was devastated by the sudden demise of his father, he put up a strong front for his mother, younger sister and the busine...
Mxyzptlk, fifth dimension imp of tremendous power and professional trouble-maker by trade, was bored. Bored bored bored. So bored that he sometimes turned into a wooden board, which also got him annoyed. His normal activity, harassing Superman, had lost its flavor. The boyscout had gotten too good at tricking him into leaving. He had tried switching opponent...
For Maria, who was kind enough to express appreciation of my stories... Touching up her lipstick an attractive woman of 'a certain age' pouts at the mirror. As well she might, Judith is in trouble, again. She twirls around the bedroom, not out of vanity - well maybe just a bit - to check her appearance; Hmm, not bad. A Pilates-trim figure and good legs; h...