Please let me know if you think I should keep this couple's antics going... Mark opened the front door quietly. He wanted to sneak up on his wife. He had been to happy hour with a bunch of his friends telling stories of their wives and their girlfriends. By the time it was over, he had thoughts of a naughty nature about his wife, Jeannie. He met her 4 year...
Depression slid over her like thick brown mud. Sliding over her head, through her hair and over her body. All-encompassing and all overwhelming. Like an ecstasy in reverse. Her darkness howled in discontent but resolved herself to the filthy corner she was subject to. Her darkness had been kept submissively under wraps lately as the depression set in. It wa...
SUBMISSION Chapter 1 Cheryl watched the scene before her. Watched and felt. Those were her only two options for the moment. She watched as her husband, TJ, was dominated by a man and a woman. She watched because she was tied to a chair, naked, hands bound behind her back, ankles tied to the legs of the chair. She watched because it was what she had asked...
Here's a pop quiz. Recognize any of the following slogans? "Get back to mischief." "If a relaxing moment turns into the right moment, will you be ready?" "Quality counts." If you've watched any televised sporting events in the last year, chances are you've seen ads for one or more of the products these slogans represent. That's right, I'm talking about Via...
She had caught him looking, or at least Sandy thought he was peering intently at her. I must be kidding myself, she thought. Joel worked for another mortgage broker in her building and they had often walked in from the parking lot together as they began their work day. He was pleasant, attractive and not too forward. He never made any overtures, so she had...
When most people look at me, they see a six-foot-one, lean and dark-skinned Black man with curly Black hair and light brown eyes. They make all kinds of assumptions. I'm presumed to be some kind of criminal simply because I am Black and male. I'm also presumed to be a potential threat to national and even global security because I come from a Muslim backgrou...
We had been chatting on-line for a few weeks. Totally innocent at first, but gradually, we got more and more flirty until late last week... stphnEEE: Would you ever meet someone from the Internet in person? :P rodsterl: I don't know. Maybe. The right person. Why? stphnEEE: Nothing. nvm. :( rodsterl: What? stphnEEE: I was just thinking is all. no big dea...
I was strolling through the woods at the back of my property. I thought I might shoot a couple of rabbits or, if the rabbits decided to stay home, drop a line in the pond and see if I could snag a trout or two. As rabbits tended to congregate around the pond in the evening I felt that there was my best chance. I'd just set up and wait quietly. As I approach...
She sat at her desk in her home office with her glasses perched on her nose as she thoughtfully studied the screen of her laptop. Her fingers were linked together and resting under her chin, except her index fingers which were pressed to her lips. Her brow was crinkled and she released a frustrated sigh, picking up her pen and jotting some notes on the paper...
Robert Quinn had been the mayor of Asterville, Virginia for more than a decade. He was an imposing man of fifty-three years who weighed just over two hundred and fifteen pounds, stood six foot three, and had a forty eight inch chest and a thirty six inch waist. He had a full head of dark wavy hair with just a little distinguished grey starting to show at the...