—All characters in this story are fictitious and are at least 18 years of age.— Rachel awoke. Her eyes drifted to the clock next to her bed. 2:33 AM The night was eerily quiet and she was restless. “Ugh! Why can’t I get any sleep!?” She threw the sheets off her bed and went to the bathroom. She turned on the faucet and splashed some water on her face. She pa...
"Grace, Sweetheart?" Kathy kind voice urges me awake. "I just want to let you know that Emmett's on his way back from his sleepover." I blink my eyes against the bright white of the sunlit walls around me. I'm in a bed, but not the red four poster bed of the upper floor; this room looks far less daunting. It's morning, which means it is Monday in the real w...
The story begins in the year 1995, late spring. This is the story of my relationship with a very special lady. A relationship that ended far too soon, but left wonderful memories... * It was just around the time when I thought I had hit rock bottom. I was just past forty, divorced going on four years. A divorce that left me crippled emotionally as well as...
An Early Morning Merry Christmas... Even snuggled beneath the covers of a king bed, the slightest stir wakes you from a deep slumber. You never were a sound sleeper. You feel the bed and the covers shift as I get out of bed. Unable to face the brisk air just yet, you listen to the whirring fan, your neck relaxed on a cloud of fluffy pillows. The weight of t...
If there is one thing I hate- it's lines. Long, unending lines that hold you back from something you have dreamed about experiencing since you were 7. I'm at All-State... I'm one of the best sopranos in NY. It couldn't get any cooler then that. After what seemed like an eternity, I got my room number, my keys, my meal cards, my, ugh, fluorescent green name...
I am standing, waiting at the carved wooden door of a client, living in a posh area. I have just ringed the door bell. I am 1.8 meters tall, well toned, with curly bronze hair. I graduated last year from university. My careers counsellor in high school recommended BSc: Sport Science and painted a picture of lucrative career opportunities. I enjoyed the cours...
Chapter 24 Katie's Submission Phil Dorman sat on the couch in his living room, watching his favorite Saturday Morning Talk Show. The obese man was chewing on a cheese burrito, the hot sauce running all over his pudgy hands and dripping onto his stained shirt as he stared at the TV screen in front of him. The sound was muted. Dorman didn't really care too...
She knelt topless in front of the full length wardrobe mirror, slowly brushing through her long damp golden hair. Her breasts stood firm, her pink nipples erect in the cool air. She raised her arms, stretching and arching her back as she stroked languorously. She was young, her body lithe from athletics and covered in freckles. It wasn't repulsive but attr...
The bright morning sun shone down on suburban Kansas City. The weather forecast had predicted extremely high temperatures for the next few days. Katherine Jackson, the beautiful married mother, looked out of the kitchen window with a dreamy expression in her hazel eyes. The hot wife wrestled with the images and emotions that filled her mind as she set the co...
Mrs. Jackson pulled her Denali into the circle drive before parking the car in front of the entrance to the North Kansas City Medical Center. Sweat poured off her forehead and her body ached from the workout she had just completed at the gym. She glanced at the doors as she took a sip from her water bottle. The cold liquid dripped down her chin and onto her...