{I originally wrote this story for my girlfriend and together we converse in the sub/dom roles, swapping back and forth. This is a story I wrote for her one day after she begged me to.} Today I had a plan, I knew that the Summer Festival was here once again and with it brought out the sun and plenty of rides to go on, I had gotten ready, dressing up in a...
Once a year there is a Food Truck Festival in Newport that I attend with the BF. To some, it's just another early Autumn event. However, to BF and me, it is so much more. The first time we attended, last year, we were amazed by the variety of foods available: fried dough, gourmet grilled cheese sandwiches, fish tacos... However, the truck that we both soug...
"Excuse me. Sorry!" Duncan slipped through the crowd of the Fall Festival, careful not to let the pair of cheerleaders escape his sight. Luckily for him, their red cheer uniforms stood out in the crowd and even as taller figures moved between them blocking his view, it only took a glimpse to find them again. Also, he knew that they were headed to t...
I was 25 when I decided I didn't want to live in the city anymore. I hated my job and my neighbors, I didn't have any friends and I lost my parents when I was younger. The only person I was close to was my ex, who broke up with me 2 years ago because we weren't compatible; something he realized after being in a relationship for 6 years. I suspected it wasn't...
Pinkpop is a rock festival that attracts young and old. People have been going for over 25 consecutive years, or are new young first-timers, giggling with their friends. I'm 54 and its my 21st edition. I remember seeing U2 live on Pinkpop in the eighties, but most of all I remember last year. It was a sunny weekend, great bands, good atmosphere, enough bee...
I was wonderfully warm, my body wrapped in what felt like leather blankets. My cheek rested on leather, beneath which I could feel and hear a slow thumping sensation. I snuggled against the warm hide, sighing softly. I finally opened my eyes and wriggled a little, feeling the fastenings of a leather jerkin pressing against my ribs and hip through my dress. I...
I hate festivals. I hate the toilet arrangements. I hate the general assumption that because it is a festival then we should all resort to eating burgers and other greasy crap and generate a huge profit for the entrepreneurs concerned as well as great piles of rubbish from discarded wrappings. I hate that because it is a festival then it is commonly ac...
Have you ever had one of those days that's just strange, and it feels strange too? Like you just know this day is going to be different? I have had some strange experiences in my life, but perhaps the strangest of all was meeting Adelle. It was a day that had begun as routinely as all the rest: boring, uneventful, unpromising. As the day wore on, though, i...
Ch.10: Festival At Bricas (Part 2: Aldareg, the Sorceror) Eventually the people of Bricas began to leave. The drug had worn off and served its purpose. Some who were still keen stayed, determined to spend the whole night until sunrise, but they needed more of the drug to keep themselves going. As Aribor made his way down the hill to the city below a dark...
When Ramer arrived, I poured him a glass of scotch, grabbed a notebook and pen, and led him up the stairs to Jennifer's bedroom, where she was doing her homework. I knocked on the door and opened it. Despite Jennifer's age, pink was still the main color of her personal space. Her white princess bed frame and pink bedspread dominated the center of the room;...