The readers of Good Morning India Ch2 may remember that Kira had met the French Ambassador in New Delhi on her first official outing with Kyrhan to attend the opening of the Franco-Indian week. She was presented to him as Kira Chowdhury, Kyrhan's Indian personal assistant. Her perfect knowledge of the French language (obvious as she was really French) had ma...
I always get wet when my team makes the playoffs. Not because the opportunity to win the Super Bowl is back, but because it means a chance of dick. Wait. Chance—who am I kidding?—I will certainly be getting sticked. And with the Eagles victory over the Giants last week, my team was in the playoffs and my little cootie was hot and ready to be split. As a sea...
I'd just taken my last final of the fall semester of my junior year that Thursday and was ready to blow off some steam. I'd broken things off with my long-time girlfriend early in October and hadn't been laid in two months. So I went out wanting to get fucked but expecting to just get drunk. Instead of the normal bar, my buddy Dave and I went to a nicer bar...
originally published in BloodMoon January 2002 issue “You look lost.” Her head snaps around, away from the seething cul-de-sac down the street. Lank blonde hair that might be pretty--if washed and combed--slithers across her wind chapped face. Dark blue eyes widen as if with faint recognition. He’s not surprised. He’s been watching as she’s wandered th...
I was fed again, allowed to do my business, and taken for a walk. Master didn't speak and neither did I. I trotted around his garden, did not pick or even smell any flowers, and then crawled back inside the house and to my new 'home'. Master set up a TV and VCR and put in a tape. He then left, locking the door. My training began in earnest. In what looked l...
*Writer's note - in this story, the characters from Crawl are developed a bit further, during a longer BDSM scene. The first/second person is maintained along with the immediacy of present tense so readers can insert themselves into the story. For some reason my movements are constricted when I try to roll over. In a blur of sleep to awake awareness, I...
Heavily burdened with shopping bags from various fashion vendors, the girls finally alighted from the Tube at Acton. Once home they dumped the shopping in the kitchen and Debbie proceeded to open a bottle of wine and poured a glass each. "A thoroughly productive day, I would say." she said as she handed her friend a glass. Sipping it slowly, savouring the...
“Where’d the time go?”, he wondered walking in his backyard drinking his morning coffee. “How many days and weeks amounting to months did I wish winter away? Now it’s gone, the daffodils are in bloom and I’m still right here, where it all began and I haven’t even ordered the new rods yet. Am I wasting my life away? I wish she were still here. Things be diffe...
Everyone at work had subtly, and not so subtly, pitied her when they learned she was vacationing alone. Monica-the-witch had kindly mentioned that Nadine was probably lucky to not be encumbered with a man. She'd meant, of course, that Nadine never had boyfriends. Nadine had simply smiled an answering smile as false as Monica's own, and withheld comment, a re...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE;] [This particular story is a gentle one; readers seeking 'hot action' and a sexy 'play by play' might seek another venue. Thanks, Clinton09] * Roger, 27, had been a graduate student at one of the finest, if not the finest, state universities (Michigan) for some seven yea...