CHAPTER EIGHT SHARING "Thomas, where are you, you little bugger!?" Gloria shouted almost busting my eardrum. She was pissed, and still foggy-headed from the nap she'd taken in the taxi on our way back from Trader Nick's. She stumbled forward dragging me with her into the living room. "Thomas!" she shouted again. "Right here ma'am," he said as he locked...
Some time after the visit I detailed in my story, 'The Second Time' and before, 'Beyond the Second Time,' David called to invite Ellen and me to join them and two male friends for a Friday afternoon of sexual fun. We had become firm friends with David and Gloria and had had many good times with them. Ellen was excited about the prospect of adding to the mix...
Jenny slowed as she came to the front gate of her Victorian built home. She took deep breaths, her chest rising and falling. Bending forward she braced her legs and massaged her thighs, sinking to her haunches she placed her hands on the gate and pushed hard, counteracting the force by pressing her feet into the ground. Slowly she rose, twisting slightly one...
The card arrived anonymously in the mail, no return address, no note inside the envelope. The ad showed a woman, on her knees, bound and gagged, with the website for the club at the bottom. According to the site, Dynasty offered the opportunity to submit, to be taken, to be used. The members were all dominants, screened to provide a safe place for submission...
'Fucking Asshole', I thought in my head... Those were two words that I never thought I'd hear Mrs. Mills use, especially in combination with each other, and directed at me. We had driven another thirty minutes, and Gloria had not said a word to me. I guess I deserved it though, it was a pretty dirty trick to expose her to the truck driver. But it did turn me...
This is the middle installment of a three-part novella. It picks up right where the first part left off, which may make it a bit hard to follow for those who haven't read chapter 1. As a recap: Our narrator is Dennis, a three-times-a-month regular to forty-ish prostitute Gloria, who works out of the renovated garage of her house. When he accidentally met Glo...
The trail I was on seemed to be leading me around in circles. Or else this country all looked the same. For some reason I had a feeling I had been this way before. What was I doing in this God forsaken place anyhow? Thinking back on everything that had happened, I knew I had to be out of my fucking mind. Maybe everyone was right; "Randy Miller" had no mind....
Lucas Whitney opened the front door to his small one-bedroom apartment after returning from work. He turned on the light and took off his jacket, shaking a few stray snowflakes from its creases before hanging it on the closet door to dry. He saw the woman sitting in his favorite chair when he turned around. She had black hair, big red lips and a petite littl...
Tess was thinking about Martin as she was driving to work. The morning was one those gray ugly ones. There was a slight mist and the road wash was trying to stick to the windshield of her car. "Damn I hate this weather," she said to herself while turning on the windshield washer. She finally reached the parking lot and went to her office. Tess was a pool se...
Fujiko: Sophomore Orientation ----- Ned paced the deck as his little protégée swam laps in the pool. Fujiko was a master swimmer, competition grade if she had chosen that route. But here on campus, it was just exercise and conditioning of her lithe body. Each circuit of Ned's trace passed the lounge chair of Fujiko's father, an Oriental casino tycoon. Ned...