The click of the handcuffs penetrated his drunken stupor. One, two, three, four times, they joined until his arms and legs were secured behind the simple chair he sat on. Kurt dismissed his buzzing internal alarm and relaxed against the hard wooden back. Amy's familiar smile disarmed him. "What's gotten into you tonight, baby," he asked. "I want to put on...
Monday night, in bed Dear V Drove in early this morning from the lake to get to my temporary job, the trial. The stately manner with which it proceeds, punctuated by long pauses, is beginning to get on my nerves. The lawyers and judges are constantly having little private conversations about what is allowable and what isn't for us delicate jurors to hear....
The Boss.... Amanda made her way into her Boss's office to translate, he barely looked up to acknowledge her just began jabbering, and she in turn began to write. Pompous Jerk, Amanda thought to herself but she needed this job and her mouth had gotten her in trouble before. For some reason everything in her rebelled against this guy. But for Amanda that h...
I do not own these characters, blah dee blah, Marvel is great, blah dee blah, Stan Lee is a hottie. * Katherine "Kitty" Pryde was crouched on all fours with her ear to the ground. She was trying to listen, but it was hard to hear anything over the sound of her own heart, which she swears hasn't beat that hard since she was chased through the mansion by a d...
The cold wind was whipping through my hair as we flew down the back-country dirt road. I was in the back of the truck, leaning against the cab, sitting next to a boy I had just met that day at the mall. Shouting over the noise of the wind and the road, I asked Sean where we were going. "The Boilers," he yells over the din. Secluded and green, the Boilers i...
Michael's new slave stood before him, wearing nothing except a purple lace thong and his collar. Her previous training was showing through again; she was constantly bowing her head and averting the gaze. As a patient man who felt good things are worth waiting for, he gently reminded Lynn to look up, to see him. Color flooded her cheeks and she did look up at...
Again...the slut finds herself impatient in traffic the next morning, eager to get to work, hurrying from the elevator, thru the electronic door, into her office. She hurries thru her routine... checking quickly in to the internet, hurrying to find her new "master" online. She finds Him, her face hot, nearly sweating. She scrambles through her papers to fi...
An occasional series of short stories about ex-Staff Sergeant Daniel Matthews. ***** Chapter 1: The Attaché Case I was crawling up the wall. Literally, climbing up a vertical Victorian brick wall using fingertips and toes. Plenty of grip for an experienced and rather desperate climber. Halfway up I skirted around the illuminated window and carried on clim...
It was the Spring Break of my senior year of high school. I was 18 years of age and having the time of my life. Cancun seems to be a modern-day Mecca for beautiful women and alcohol providers. I was staying at the cost-efficient Marivel Grande on the strip in Cancun. My room wasn't much to write home about, but the view was most excellent. The hotel is mad...
Syn stood in the bank tellers line, waiting. Though the air was hot and dusty, two great metal fans were making an attempt to keep the dust at bay. One rotated slowly within a wall and the other in the low ceiling. The lighting was also dim, an attempt, perhaps, to hide just how filthy the floor was. Syn stood on he tippy toes, attempting to peer over the...