Chapter One: Friday Night Pahhrty The night I first met Cynthia, it was truly lust at first sight. Strangers to each other, we'd both been invited to a party thrown by a mutual friend. I'm a Humanities professor at a small university and these gatherings were often held at the Dean's sprawling estate on campus. The main house was so large that the running j...
Christa giggled a little as we walked through the store. "Everyone is staring at you," she whispered conspiratorially. "Are you sure?" I replied, arching my eyebrows and squeezed her shoulder, "Seems to me you're the one with the most to check out." She giggled again, "Well maybe it's both of us then." What was left unsaid was that the reason other shoppe...
It was inconceivable that the people should know the Maharaj (King) was impotent. He could have adopted one like many kings do. But the political fragility of his rule did not permit him to make a public admission of this all too human failing. The first thought was that the senior queen may have been infertile. It was decided then that the other lesser que...
Intro: “Come on hon.,” Billy begged me once again, “you know you’d love getting porked by some other men. Hell! With your reputation back in high school, I’d of thought you’d have jumped at a chance like this.” So much for love, honor, and respect, I thought, as I lay on our bed dressed like a fashion whore from Frederick’s of Hollywood all in black: nylon...
11. The ristorante was elegant in its simplicity in the way that many Roman restaurants can be, and managed to convey its high class status with the attentiveness of its wait staff rather than lots of ornate fixtures. The group of six had been pampered by a helpful sommelier since being seated and as a result, all of the diners had a nice buzz going and the...
Chapter Forty-Seven: Panic and Planning We finally, reluctantly climbed out of the now-cool water and got dressed, teasing each other and laughing the whole time. When we finally made it out of the bathing room, a passing servant pointed us to a small private dining room that Aedan had apparently rented after the brawl fiasco from the night before. Everyone...
Zhair'lo eyed the pathetic lot of prisoners stomping and stumbling through the forest in front of him. He thought they'd looked haggard back at their camp, but the glaring sunlight of high noon made their filth all the more obvious. "That's the best they have?" he shook his head. "You sound disappointed," Sergeant Yung appeared at his side, his eyes never...
"You'd best go now," Harzen said jovially as they finished dinner. "You don't want to be late." He'd been quite a bit more personable this afternoon, since Zhair'lo's message had come. There hadn't been any talk of rejecting the 'request'. He'd shown it to Harzen by way of wondering if he could get the evening off. Harzen had brightened considerably since...
"Thanks a bunch! Have a good one!" And with that, Jess slammed the door to her apartment with her spare hand, vaguely hearing the delivery man outside her door doing the same to his car's own. Turning around with a sigh, and being careful not to drop the box held in her spare hand, she smiled wearily to herself. It had been a long day, for reasons elaborat...
"Nothing moving, but I know they're out there," I said to my newly assigned private. As the sergeant major in charge of a wild pack of rebels, I wanted him to learn quickly so he could stay alive. "Private, listen up, and pay attention, be like a whisper in the night in a steady breeze of cold air. Stay down, stay low and focus." "Roger that, ma'am," the yo...