At work on Friday you get a text message. "I've made arrangements for us to have the evening to ourselves. We're staying in. Come straight home. Do not pass 'Go'. Do not collect $200. Tonight YOU are my Monopoly minx." Not sure what that means, but you have a sudden sense of both relief and a twinge of excited anticipation that makes the day zip by a litt...
I have the world’s best job. And the world’s best boss. But then I’ve been in love with him a long time. When we were seniors in high school, Mike was the bronze Australian Greek god of an exchange student. Ok, you’re going to say he couldn’t be an Australian Greek god, but believe me, it was true. I did everything I could to get him to notice me. At the be...
Edited by michchick98. It was a long day and I'd been working in the office well past quitting time, trying to get enough done to get home, not that there was much to go home to. I was putting the finishing touches on a report when I heard the distinctive whine of the vacuum cleaner start up a few cubicles away. It was late, 9:45pm, and the cleaners were...
The following is true, details as close as I could remember. * I started jogging in the summer of '05. I had been laid-off from work a few months before and began noticing that I was gaining weight around my thighs and mid-section, and that would not do. I was a nurse. I had been a nurse for six years and knew how fast an unhealthy lifestyle can sneak up...
I'm again out on the terrace overlooking the ocean, watching the surfers try to make something out of the typically bad Florida slop. There hasn't been a solid swell since the day Vika almost drowned over a month ago; the day I had swum out and rescued my young friend after her board had knocked her unconscious when that freak swell had come out of nowhere a...
"It's funny how clothes set the mood," my Owner has mused, and he's right: When I am dressed according to his specifications, I feel more like my true self, his property, his "living fuck doll," as he once said to fluster me. He always instructs me in how to dress for him, but this time I was given a choice. I was to meet him wearing either fishnet pantyhose...
{Nothing erotic here at all, which is why it is posted as "Non-erotic." Sure, one naked female, but if you bother to read this you will see that was not erotic, either. It is strange how things just happen. I spent two decades with my former wife Dotty, good ones where nothing happened at all. We worked together, ate together, made love on Saturdays togethe...
Chapter 1: The storm "Excuse me, the library is closing," Chloe said through a false smile, biting back her annoyance as the sleeping man regarded her In the same way as one of the many stains on his overalls. "Lemme alone, this is a public building," the smell of cigarettes already hanging around him like a cloud, reached a stomach churning intensity as...
As Kala took a break from decorating the Christmas tree in her classroom, she looked outside onto the snow of that late November morning, and embraced the joy from the beginning of the holiday time. She crossed her soft milky white arms, almost as if she was giving herself a hug. She closed her beautiful hazel eyes, and let the spirit of Christmas overtake h...
EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Simply_Cyn Author's Note: "This is one of many small stories that work as a supplement to 'The Finer Points of Sheila.'" * Joy had only been the manager of the Smokewood Apartment complex for six months. She supposed she liked the job well enough, but it wasn't nearly as fulfilling as her previous work. Spe...