Melanie was driving home from church. She had skipped out on lunch with her sister and their parents because she was so tired of hearing how messed up her life was, as opposed to her perfect sister, Maggie's life. It was true that the sisters were opposites. Maggie was 21, exactly two years older than Melanie, and a very rules oriented girl. Prudish, though...
Carly threw her overnight bag on the bed with a sigh. She really hadn't wanted to come here this weekend, no matter how much she loved her grandmother. Something about the old house had spooked her when she was a child, and even though she was an adult now, and had nothing specific to put her finger on, that creepy-crawly feeling at the base of her spine had...
Dark Eyes part 1 Pat Annon © 2020 Dark inescapable eyes, I fought the need to look away. I failed. I could not endure her eyes close upon me. I knelt and found the cold comfort of the floor. Head down, her presence enveloped me. "Why are you here in my way?" "To serve you, Mistress, in any way that pleases you." I kept my head to the floor. I daren't loo...
Click. Click click click. Click. I could hear his mouse furiously clicking through the closet door, and aside from my own moans and the vibrating hum coming from both holes, it was all I could hear. I squirmed my hands, testing the tautness of the ropes that tied both wrists together to the closet pole just in front of me. My ankles had been bound together t...
This story is completely made from my imagination. My Sister-In-Law is a Junior in college. Her name is Jane. She is 20 years old and is just beautiful. She is about 5'7", long dark hair and average weight. She wears a 36C bra and medium thongs (I know because I look through her drawers!!). Jane came home from college on a Wednesday to take care of some f...
The night the dresser spit the drawers out, spewing socks and underwear all over my darkened bedroom was enough to scare the beejezus from me. But it was the following night that I came totally unglued. "Careful Robert," Mrs. Bellman had warned me, wagging an aged digit at my face while snatching the first month's rent from my open palm. "Things have b...
"Honey, I'm home!" Steve's voice echoes up the stairway, prompting Miko to jolt awake and leap to his feet. "Whose car is parked in front of our house?" I don't know what to think or do. This wasn't part of the plan. Miko is scooping up his clothes, yanking his shirt over his head, and that's when I notice the gaping black darkness of the closet behind him...
Clutter. My skeletons make for nothing but clutter. I have so many skeletons in my closet, that you might mistake it for a cemetery. The bones buried there are generally hard, and I have touched each one individually, fingered each one languidly. There is no flesh to be found in this fantasy, so sorry Mr. Idol. I have been a slave, a pristine daughter, a v...
I'm a gambler. Oh, not a high roller by any means, but I do love to bet on things. Once, in Houston at the Hyatt Regency, a couple of us sat in the lobby and bet on the elevators; which one would get to the top first, get down first, or if it was stopped at a floor would it go up or down. Not big bets, but bets just the same. I'll never put myself in the poo...
I experienced car trouble one afternoon, which forced me to leave my car at a service station. Luckily one of the attendants was nice enough to drive me home. Of course the fact that I was wearing a short tennis skirt may have had something to do with it, but I've never been afraid to use my good looks to get what I need. I'm a thirty-four year old single m...