When he got back from the bathroom she was gone. So was the duvet. Slipping the slim package into the pocket of his open robe, Victor went in search of her. The sound of downtown traffic on wet roads, its ebb and flow a passable mimic the ocean surf, led him to the living room and the open patio door. She stood on the balcony, wrapped in the down comforter...
I didn't know her and she didn't know me. But yet, we shared more about ourselves with each other than with anyone else. She had sent me her picture and I in turn had sent her mine as well. Her name was Sarah and she was beautiful. Brunette hair, sparkling hazel eyes, a face that was perfection in every sense of the word, and hands that I knew if I could onl...
I sat on the big chaise lounge by the fire pit. There was a slight chill in the air; summer had began to give away to fall. These were the days I enjoyed most of the year and yet like spring they also seemed the most fleeting. I could not help thinking that we lived mostly in the extremes: hot and cold, light and dark. There seemed little time to hold onto t...
Silence. It was all around her. She could hardly stand it. It pressed close like a cold cocoon that seemed to seep into every pore of her skin. She wanted to scream, but what good would it do? She was alone. More alone than she had ever felt in her life. Her voice was already raw from screaming and counting off lashes that had fallen upon her back as He had...
Stretching out on the couch, Phoenix idly flicked through the channels on the TV, stopping every so often to watch the antics on the talk shows. She surveyed the room from her vantage point; Rob would be home soon, and he'd be pissed that she'd done nothing all day. He'd specifically told her to clean up the house, and like an unruly child, she hadn't. Pho...
(A true story about me.) As a teenager I got a job working as a handy boy/janitor for a local ladies dress shop. They liked me and I certainly enjoyed working there. Even at such a young age I quickly could tell what needed to be done and soon was working without much supervision -- much to the shop owner's delight. All through high school it was a great jo...
I imagined this story in the last days, but I'm not sure if I will continue it. It will depend on your feedbacks. Calixte, thank you for your review on this part. Enjoy the reading. =============================== Part 1 Glancing to the wall clock, Lady Katherine Spencer was startled to notice that it was already 10:30 AM, time for her daily appointm...
Walt had been talking for months about taking me with him on one of his river trips. He was the skipper of a river tugboat and would be gone on trips for about a week at a time. When he finished a run, another captain would take his place and he would be home for a week. In the year and a half ,or so, that I had lived with Walt and Ellen, I lived as a femal...
We have been driving for miles on this warm fall morning, me with my eyes closed and my hands at my sides and my legs spread wide as You have ordered, and You casually touching me, making me squirm. You told me to dress for a walk in the woods, and i am wearing jeans and a flannel shirt and my Nike sandals - with nothing under my clothes as You specified....
Becky bends over, leans into Paul's ear. "It's stuffy in here," she says. "Let's go for a walk." Paul looks up and watches her retreat around the coffee table. He pardons himself to his two bookend sofa-mates – the gregarious Auntie Lou and the diametric Grandma Claire, a stick with permanently down-turned lips and hardened scowl. Paul is relieved to escape...