"So the point of all this is that we believe it would be mutually beneficial, and would would really appreciate it if you would join in on the fundraisers and awareness events for the South African rain forest, Mr. Davis. With a blossoming business like yours that promotes organic components and all-natural materials, it would achieve a lot for rainforest pr...
Things at work today are slow, and you find yourself day dreaming more than working. When the phone rings, it takes two rings before you even realize its your phone and not one of your neighbors. You fumble the receiver, but finally get it to your ear. "Hello?" Her voice is soft and alluring in your ear, familiar and yet there is a new deviousness in it th...
Larry diMedea was deeply involved in a report for his firm when his wife Juliette stuck her head into his home office. She held a phone to her ear, "Honey," she said, "it's a booty call from Scotty Birnbaum. You want to come and watch?" Larry raised his head with a grin. "I'd love to. You know how much it turns me on watching you get fucked. Unfortunately,...
The Crossroads In the years between school and prison, the time I spent dancing at the Cheetah Lounge was the longest I ever held a job. I was there a whole nine months. During that time my life was relatively stable in a way it had not been in years. I rented a studio apartment, the only place I have ever lived that was mine alone. The first night I spent...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (17 min/mp3) * * * * * You wake up in a darkened room, in a single bed. You don't recognise the room initially, but as your eyes quickly adjust to the semi-darkness you realise you're in a hospital bed. Although you feel groggy, you don't feel particularly unwell, and you mentally scan your body for any injuries or pains; h...
Copyrighted 2001. This story may not be posted, traded, or published without the written permission of Suzie Samuels. Bernard had been a paraplegic since the ice storm of 1999. On that twisty-turny section of I-95 in West Virginia he'd rolled his tractor-trailer rig down the side of the mountain. He had been less than three miles from home. So close but, so...
Thursday, January 4th, 2018 Dear diary, Fuck you. And fuck you too, Dr. Swalley. Friday, January 12th, 2018 This is the stupidest shit I've ever done, I swear to god. Fine. Fine. For Kiera. "You don't talk much, Tony," she says. I mean, no shit. What's there to talk about? I just get mad, okay? Who doesn't? It's all bullshit. Trying to keep ahead, lis...
it sucks you're working so hard today. i woke up not two hours after dozing off, naked, tangled in the covers, hot. so early.. dammit, and what else to do but try to sleep again, even if only a little? i have to work again tonight. my skin felt feverish.. the ceiling fan hadn't been on, i'd forgotten it.. the heat here is heavy, muggy, a little sweat beade...
When twilight arrived, Mahi had shown up on Cameron's doorstep with two men; Bastian, a tall, leaned muscled man with a square jaw and all-American good looks, and Danvy, a... well... he looked like an Irish pirate. Elias wasn't shy in front of the newcomers, but his demeanor had changed to that of an authority figure. Turning to face her, Elias kissed Cam...
It'd been a long day and I couldn't wait to get out of my boots. I gave a big presentation that afternoon and I made sure to look my best. I had chosen a long skirt that was conservative, but slit up the side -- just a little higher than what was completely professional, and shiny black knee boots. The jacket I wore perfectly complimented my shape, giving ju...