---------------- This story has a very slow start. But, I believe that, once you make it to Parts 2, 3, and 4, you will find that it begins to gain sufficient speed. So, please hang in there ... Flavian ---------------- Chapter 1 Well; I had finally seen it. My grandfather's headstone was no different from any of the others--marble, simple, neatly align...
Part I: Acceptance I can't see; my whole head is covered; even my eyes. In the darkness I hear talking, but it is indistinct. My captors don't understand the situation they have put themselves in. I need to go home, take my meds, and do my exercises. I can't go anywhere because I'm tied, to my knowledge, a chair. From what I gather they used tie wraps, tap...
"I'm ready, Father." She stood before him, her skirt and tank top back in place after their brief playtime. "David is waiting in the car," he said, not looking up. He had replaced his own clothing and was reading a book on a rather uncomfortable looking chair at a small desk in the corner of the den. "Be good," he added and dismissed her. She went to th...
Author's Note: I have resubmitted Ch. 07 as Ch. 01 of a new volume. Hopefully that works out. There are a couple of formatting changes. To help reduce confusion, the italicized sections are 25 years after the main text. There is a bit more sex in this chapter. Enjoy. Chapter 3 -- Meet the New Boss Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: "As I said, no one ta...
My best friend Doyle and I were half drunk at the bar we usually visit after work, when an attractive young woman walked by. "Man, look at that tight little ass. I'd give my left nut to fuck that ass," he said. "Shut up--you've got Francine," I said. I sort of have a thing for Doyle's fiancee, Francine, and it always rubbed me the wrong way when Doyle got...
PART 2: Consequences *** Sunday morning we awoke to the smell of pancakes. We probably would have slept in a bit longer if Francine did not start banging pots and pans three inches from my head, but I guess she wanted us to enjoy the breakfast she'd made before it got cold. My arm was rather sore from Catherine using it as a pillow all night, but I readily...
Chapter Six Growth of Love Valerie stood on the steps, watching the cab pull up to the door. Getting in, she cringed involuntarily as she leaned back on the sore marks and welts on her back and legs. Telling the driver where to take her, she smiled at the memories of how the soreness came about. "Are you all right, lady?" "Yes. Just a little sore." "I t...
Request: Ray Submits I Ray Masterson liked to tease the girls in college. A lot. He had a reputation as being quite overbearing, and there were quite a few women there who could not stand him. Ray had gotten away with his antics so often; however, that he wasn't the least bit worried. But one day he went too far. One day a shy chick by the name of Francine...
-one- Almost every evening before he went home from the office, Matt Raines stopped in at the compound bar and had a nice relaxing drink. It wasn't that he couldn't relax at home but just that he enjoyed the privacy he got while he was in the bar. Matt poured the dark foaming bottle of beer into his tall glass and leaned 'back in his chair to enjoy his s...
Nightfall, at last I can move more freely. I step out of my apartment. The plain brownstone building in Vanier, Ontario, has been my home for the past two years. The landlord is an old man who doesn't ask too many questions as long as he gets his rent money in time. A tenant who sleeps during the day and comes out only at night? Not something he's given much...