"Gregg can be such a dickhead," I thought to myself. "He's a friend, and I like hanging around with him, but sometimes he's an asshole." I sighed, put down my glass of wine, and got off the couch. "Where you going?" Gregg asked. "The back deck. Between the cigars and your BS," I waved the Cuban that Gregg had given me and grinned as affably as I could at h...
Some scents arouse us in conflicting ways. They incite lust as well as fear, desire as well as apprehension - they're like a blend of cold sweat and intoxicating perfume. The 25th of June arrived, and Norton's Academy of Excellence was in turmoil. Lucian learned that it was an important date; it was the day, 16 years ago, when the school had been estab...
I arrived for my interview five minutes early. The receptionist, James Bolton according to his desk nameplate, buzzed his boss, and I was ushered in to see her with no waiting. The plaque on her door read: "Melanie McCoy, Vice President of Customer Relations". "Take messages for all my calls, Jimmy." "Certainly, anything else, coffee?" "No, Jimmy, thank y...
Chapter 12 Candice looked out over the parking lot of her new apartment. She had taken out a six month lease on a two bedroom, on the third floor, with a view of concrete and wasting away vehicles. She could afford something more upscale, but because Ben and Jon advised against living somewhere too extravagant, she had to settle for something that looked af...
“Hello.”….”Oh, Hi, Linda….“….”Yeah, about three this afternoon.”….”Yes, it’s over, for all the good it’ll do me.”….”Well, I got the house and my car, but I have to keep making the payments. I was paying for them anyway, so nothing's much different”….”No, no alimony. His lawyer said I had a good job, and the judge agreed.”….” I feel pretty rotten, really.”….”...
Simon stared at the number on his cell phone, chastising himself. "I shouldn't do this anymore," he murmured to no one. The gap between his index finger and the call button was only paper thin as his hovering hand slightly fidgeted. "I can't do it." Simon flipped his phone closed, proud of his resistance. He continued to get ready for work. It was Monday,...
Chapter 8A -- Don't you look back? My final gasp of sated pleasure mingled with Emma's muffled sigh of deep delight as I slowly withdrew from her and lifted myself to rest on my knees beside her. I turned her over onto her stomach and undid the knot of the brightly patterned headscarf that I had tied tightly around her mouth and head to gag her. As I began...
"Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for the one, the only..." The lights had dimmed, and the packed theater had quieted but for excited murmurs as two spotlights swirled about on the expansive stage. The buzzing of the anxious audience grew in intensity as the announcer drew in an exaggerated breath. "The amaaaazingly marvelous Marvello!"...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
"We have to stop!" she said. She said it very sharply. "Um, okay," I said. "We can stop." I held her by the waist and tried to make eye contact, but she wouldn't look at me. She pulled my hands off and flung them away. "I'm sorry," I whispered, withdrawing arms. "Have I hurt you?" "No," she said, her voice breaking. She buried her face in her hands in ob...