She squirmed; I loved it when they wriggled, and their smile, so often plastered to their faces throughout the evening, disappeared as the reality of their situation dawned upon them. She gasped and bit her lip, writhing on the soft, plush carpet of my expensive apartment. I put the King of Hearts onto the shagpile, causing her to give a sudden, sharp intake...
Ka-boom! Splaaat! The loud report from my gun was followed by the sound of the falling beast, his mighty fangs snapping a few inches from my nose. It twitched a little and died. Its open eyes were looking at me accusingly. I looked at my gun guessing that I was lucky I had it at hand when the medium sized T-Rex came from our yard's bushes charging at me cl...
Further developments on the viral disease some are now calling the “Bimbo Virus” are now coming to light. Reports have come in from locations around the world including Sydney, New York City, London, Berlin, Florence, and dozens of other cities in Europe, the Americas, and Australia. Concerned parents may wish to send their young ones away as some of the det...
A few years ago I wrote a piece called the Girls Guide to Bush Confidence. To this day, it is my most commented upon piece; in fact, I still get comments and emails from supporters and nay-sayers alike. I also had the pleasure of co-teaching a workshop by the same name at a local toy store last year. What I've learned from all of that feedback and discussion...
Syra tried her best to see through the curtain of her hair and the sting of her tears as she ran through the corridors. She had never been so embarrassed or mortified in her whole life. Now the entire work force would know that she was attracted to Dominic, and that she wasn't an Ice Princess like everyone thought. This meant more advances from the men and m...
The name is Katelyn Roark. I'm a six-foot-one, busty and heavyset, deliciously big-bottomed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a district attorney with the Brockton City Prosecutor's Office. Just another straight-laced White female professional in a conservative business suit. That's me. All day, I'm prim and proper. When n...
This story is a composite based on some real events and some news stories. Insofar as it concerns me personally, it is fiction. It’s based partly on a story I wrote twelve years ago and abandoned, only to be revived when Mike Nifong tried to fuck over the Duke players; but this story was NOT inspired by that case. It is also NOT a stroke story. Oh, and b...
It happens everywhere. Women get talking and the flow goes something like this: "My husband the lawyer..." "Similar to other accountants, my husband..." "My lover goes until he drops." "My husband sweeps streets" (How did she get in here?). Lately whenever effervescent sociologist Bram Wilks is asked her husband works at she becomes defensive. "He's re...
Part 5 (of 7): Mystic Entanglements I woke to damp heat and a hard, rough surface underneath me. Light leaked in around my eyelids, and I heard a cacophony of birds someplace nearby. Blinking, I slowly let in the brightness. A sky a deeper blue than any I'd ever seen came into focus first, and then long green leaves around the edges. A cloud, fluffy and whi...
Silvertree Chronicles Book One, The World Awaits, Chapter 30, (Enhanced Edition) Synopsis: The life of Eldar Silvertree from graduation at the prestigious Elven Academy and desire to leave it behind. Only to return full circle to shake Elven Society to the core. ***Inspired by multiple fantasy environments. Not endorsed by any of them. © EmotionalStorm Apr...