*** The Parking Lot *** 'What's keeping you this morning, Miss Bell?' I thought to myself as I pulled aside the tree limb blocking my view of the teachers' parking lot. Watching her arrive for our first-period biology class was part of my new morning ritual, now that I had found this place of solitude. My secluded spot was behind a tree in the vacant lot be...
It wasn't my fault I actually arrived at Midwick University in the Midlands the day the entire town went into lockdown because of coronavirus. It was our first day on campus, a Friday. I was bright and earl, it wasn't even ten o'clock yet and there were a lot of people running around like blue-assed flies. Those of us who had been there early, as I had, had...
My Lover, Scott and I put on a slave party for our friends. Of the couples who came one person from each couple would be a slave and the other would be a buyer. we used sealed envelopes to keep it random, however to also ensure an even number of male and female buyers. All our single friends who came were slaves. My husband Joe was also made a slave. Before...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *You may outrun your sins, but never forget that someone will pay the toll* *Reader-editors yet again, and quite a few. The faults remain mine* (Later Friday) "Having a bad day?" Pamela stopped our lesson. "I apologize. I am having trouble focusing on the lesson today,"...
marie leaned her head down on my black-leather covered knee and the tears began to flow copiously. Though I still knew there was something missing in her account; her leap to language and attitudes that were so consonant with My deepest needs just seemed too abrupt, I was satisfied that what she had written was not mere gesture. she believed it with every fi...
Mr. Black's experiments had only pushed the age difference part of the equation so far, about thirty-five years between the youngest and oldest participants. He wanted to go as far as he could in that regard, which meant an eighteen year old freshman student and the oldest volunteer he could find, Miss Scarple, a seventy-three year old from the food service...
Ever since she could remember, Diane was always interested in art - be it paintings, sculpture, or photography. During high school, she took a few random classes, but nothing held her attention for long. The teachers were indifferent, and the students wanted an easy grade. But when she attended college and entered upper level courses, the world of art became...
This is a story I wrote a few years back. It is about a woman who is addicted to pain and knows that it can destroy her, but still seeks the blissful "golden cocoon" that lies on the other side of the pain and humiliation. Her addiction controls her, but she finds help from an unexpected source- her Uncle Jack and her sister Tracey. She also finds out that s...
"Hurry Leo! I want to show you my surprise!" Miranda yelled at me as I was hauling all of our groceries toward the apartment. She had another destination in mind after our grocery trip and she planned on going straight there but she forgot that milk spoils. For someone so smart she sure can be forgetful. After I put the groceries away I got back in the car w...
I sat in the hotel lobby room waiting for Tamar. I whiled away the time with the current edition of the Jerusalem Post and numerous cups of Israeli kafeh botz. The cut and thrust of Israeli politics was interesting enough but what I really wanted were the latest CFL football scores. That day in Israel, the sports pages consisted of third-rate soccer teams fr...