He has me naked and star-fished. The bindings are red velvet bell-cords. Their plush interleaving secures my ankles and wrists to the curlicued frame of bed head and base. But though I may have been stripped of my clothes, I am draped in riches. Cesar Ritz called his creation "a small hotel in London". But Cesar would likely have described Versailles a...
The podium wobbles a little as I reach out to grip it. It's made of compressed wood, a dark and somber shade of brown, and from afar it looks nice and mournful. But now that I'm right next to it I can see that one of the casters is either loose or broken, and the whole thing is just waiting for someone to lean on it wrong and send it crashing to the ground....
I dropped the letter like it burned me and sat in stunned silence, my brain whirling furiously. I picked it up and reread it twice. There was no signature, no return address, nothing to indicate who'd written it, but I knew and I wanted to kick him in his smug shins. I reread it again, hating every black stroke of ink which snaked confidently across the pag...
Once again, I'd like to thank Techsan for the marvelous editing job. I'd also like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the first chapter of my first story. This chapter contains a bit more character development, so I apologize before hand for the lack of "steamy" content. I am still getting the hang of telling the story in a way that doesn't have yo...
Chapter VII: Turning Tables and Burning Bulls Anna ached from head to toe. She was forced into the full splits in mid-air, for goodness' sake. Her body may have been augmented with years of magical training, but she was still human, and it was not humanly possible to endure such a position for the time she had without feeling as thrashed as a stubborn mule...
It was Friday! A few errands had delayed Tom's leaving Casper, Wyoming and heading for Wendover, Nevada and a hot weekend of sex, fun, gambling, and more sex in the Casinos with Brenda, a lady friend he had known for years. This was going to be a long weekend. He had taken Monday and Tuesday off too, just to make sure he had enough time with Brenda. They had...
A little thing I wrote around Christmas Time. Enjoy xantu * She looked at the clock, 8:47, thirteen more minutes until he said to start. It had been a busy time for him. The holidays were always a busy time at his work, a spate of bad weather, and then an unexpected illness in the family had kept him preoccupied. Even when he did have a free evening, he...
Author's Note: This is a long story (over 20 chapters) and it's quite slow-paced. I haven't found an editor for this story. It's actually completed and there won't be much to edit plot-wise so if anyone who read this and is interested to help me out with the grammar, please leave me a message! Hope you enjoy it. Please leave me a comment or criticism as lon...
(Chapter 15) "He Looked Familiar" (circa-1982) When Brenda Morton entered a room her tits came first and the rest followed. "Come inside," she invited, her words breathed in a soft seductive whisper, her eyes taking a quick tour over the smart young man old enough to be her son. "I was expecting someone older," she said. "Please take that age thing as a...
It's long after midnight. One more paper to grade. I take a deep breath and a last swig of cold coffee. The assignment had been to write a story about lost love. My mistake. Seems these students are too young to describe such emotional upheavals convincingly. Or maybe they just don't dare to be honest. Anyway, Isabelle is my last hope. She's the beauty with...