A little more than a year ago my husband Mark and I bought a small 10 acre farm. I had always had a dream of operating an organic vegetable farm since I had studied botany as an undergraduate. It was my dream, but it was never Mark's. Mark was very much the corporate type and had a very successful career in pharmaceutical product development. He was a workah...
Author's Note: This story is an edited version of A Learning Experience Part. 1, which was previously posted. At the time I submitted the story, I didn't check to see that the title was taken, and I stole a bit of thunder from the lovely joscelyn2tg, who already had a story with that title. Her story is incredible and worth your time. She graciously agree t...
"Shit Joe!" I snapped in angry embarrassment. "How many times do I have to remind you to put a rubber band on the doorknob!" "Oh wow!" my college roommate cried. "Sorry man!" "And must you always do it on the rug?" I complained. "Your bed it right there!" "I like the rug," he replied with a grin. I was tempted to tear into Joe for a long list of things t...
Katherine tried again to stretch and relieve some of the pressure on the balls of her feet. Although she was of good height for a woman at 5' 7", the hook above her head was too high and the ropes strung from it that held her hands raised together were too tight. She could only sigh and whimper and wait. Blindfolded and hung from a hook drilled into the wall...
I was so excited! Not because I was in Cleveland, but because I was seeing Rob tonight. Rob was one of my new black male friends that had introduced me to the pleasures of interracial sex. Well, to be honest, Rob was only my second interracial encounter. He was introduced to me by my first black partner, Darrell. And what an introduction! Darrell and Rob had...
Allesandra fit into every sexy, sassy cliché ever stamped on foreign women, but the degree to which she surpassed my expectations changed my life. She was Italian. That's not to say a gal from New York whose name ended with a vowel. She was the real deal—from a quaint northern town at the edge of the mountains. Her presence was demure but commanding—her acce...
[I have a custom when I'm editing a Final Draft. I will purchase a rotisserie chicken from HEB, for my own personal consumption. Since it's a reward, neither the kids nor my spouse get to have any. I will eat my giant chicken, while editing my story, and when I'm finished, submit the story for publication on the site. This Final Draft required two entire ro...
- well my dear. We should get dressed and get going. And then to us - You two. Chauffeur uniform. Slave. Just as you are. - And boy, go get the cage in the back of the truck. Tamara and I dashed to our rooms to get into our Chauffeur uniforms. Something we could be seen in the outside world. For me it was shiny black shoes, pressed and tight dress slack...
Daddy Issues Mary heard the whoop of a siren. That was her cue. She picked up her ice tea and dragged a kitchen chair over to one of her front windows. She had taken out the screen earlier, so that she could sit and lean out for a clear view of Main Street. She saw the police car creeping slowly down the middle of the street. Behind it, the parade was turn...
It was early morning and I felt wonderful, despite the fact that I had just turned 46 years old yesterday. The sun was coming through the office window, and the bright blue sky made me feel like today would be another great day. I truly felt great! I was in Cleveland on a business trip and last night my friend Rob had given me some birthday surprises. Rob,...