Roy looked down the stairwell into the light of the basement of his best friend's house. Not that Sam owned the house. They had known each other since elementary school, and while Roy knew Sam wasn't a bad guy, he always seemed more concerned with his experiments than getting out of his mom's house. Even now that they were in college, he hadn't even bothered...
I had finished dressing with the exception of my bow tie. My mistress would never allow me to wear a snap-on tie and I was such a futz with the tie it took me a good ten minutes to finally get it right. Fortunately with fixing her hair, doing the makeup and then finally dressing, she didn't have to wait for me, instead I was able to get the car ready...
"The most important thing is, Ensler has to stop calling you Reggi." Spruce smiled winsomely and casually tossed her mane of copper curls. "But that's my name, right?" Reggi looked at Ensler confusedly. Ensler was feeling tense and a little weird. He had wanted his timorous little blonde wife to become a dominant, and he supposed he had fantasized about a...
As always, for L2W As the miles flew past the next day, I amused myself by alternately fiddling with the radio dial and your crotch. For whatever reason we were both in silent moods. It wasn't until I found some Meatloaf on the radio and cranked it up that you spoke. "Turn that shit off." "No." "Turn it off or else!" The 'or else' caught my attention. I...
Book One of The Trust Trilogy Tess Quince Chapter Thirteen BEN KNOCKS HARD ON MY door again. It startles me. Why does he do that? I know it's six without checking the clock. He would be exactly on time. That's who he is. The table is set. The salad is ready, I just put the potatoes in the oven a half hour ago and was waiting until he got here to cook the...
My supervisor has taken notice of my spending so much time in the office these past few days and is insisting I take some days off at home. Hang on through this weekend, I'll return in a few days with a new message. Until then, keep pushing the boundaries of the game as much as you can. Good luck. -Vivian Peters Noah thumped the stock of his Hyperion rifle...
This is my entry in the Holiday Story Contest. Enjoy! Thanks to techsan for his usual superb job of editing! CHRISTMAS EVE, PRESENT DAY Little Harry Bailey was quiet, and sneaky, and patient. He had turned four the previous July and he had a plan. The other kids were in the family room watching a Christmas special. He was too, sorta. He was wedged in betw...
I hate it when my wife goes out of town. I am left to my own devices and do not do well under those circumstances. God knows I am too old to hang out at clubs and I am not a neighborhood bar kind of guy She tries to take the pressure off by getting some of her friends to invite me over for dinner, but if she is gone during the week I usually decline. I can...
End Game Miriam is dead. Nothing else is important. You don't die that soon, not after your first surgery, do you? If I'd known I'd have gone to her, I don't care who would find out. I'd have to. But then, no, I wouldn't. You know that. I couldn't let her husband know, her kids know, and leave her dying in bed and needing them while they worked through kno...
I hate it when my wife goes out of town. I am left to my own devices and do not do well under those circumstances. God knows I am too old to hang out at clubs and I am not a neighborhood bar kind of guy. She tries to take the pressure off by getting some of her friends to invite me over for dinner, but if she is gone during the week I usually decline. I can...