Carolyn couldn't sleep. Restless in her queen-sized bed, she glanced at the digital alarm clock. The numbers cast a faint green illumination in the still blackness. 2:37 a.m. Damn. She needed her sleep -- and her energy. But it was proving difficult. Tomorrow was the day. Now only hours away. The exhilaration coursed through her body again and her nipples be...
So, we have a new president, the first black President, the first President that is younger than I am. Barak H. Obama. Who could have ever imagined? It was all over by eleven o'clock last night, when the polls closed on the West Coast—or at least that's when all the news organizations called it for Obama—California was pretty much a shoo-in, and that's all h...
Tuesday I was wakened by Mary, stirring next to me. I hoped she would stop so I could get a little more sleep, but she fidgeted. That's the problem with being a Dom, your women are always nervous about offending you when you're not angry and are trying to do something else. No life is perfect. I sighed inwardly. "Good morning Slave." She fell on me, her f...
That rat bastard was going to pay for this, she'd forgiven him the first time but when Elena found evidence of him cheating on her with at least one but possible two women oh she was going to make him pay. She scrolled through the program that she'd installed on their desktop to monitor his actions online, the bastard was rather full of himself Manuel was, b...
Glen arrived in high fashion at 10 a.m., early in my book. I had barely dragged myself out of bed and into the shower when the knock came at the door. I hopped out and wrapped a towel around me. I checked the peephole so I know who it was and then flew open the door. "Hurry, come in, I'm not dressed," I said ushering him into the room and shutting the door...
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Pat walked into the bar for after work drinks and joined his coworkers; his friends constantly commented on the sexy women in the bar. "Donna has them all beat, my wife makes them look like little boys!" They told Pat that his wife was attractive but that it was difficult to tell the way she dressed. Soon they were heading home except for Carla, a very sen...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other places, events, and persons, are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, livi...
Kristi and I own what we like to call a mini farm, 30 acres. We really enjoy the privacy, but yet we are close enough to have a great group of neighbors. It provides the perfect mixture of rural living, the suburbs, and close proximity to the city. With any house and especially one with a few acres, there are certain things that have to be done prior to each...
Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "God damn it!" Liv swore in frustration as she left this Seattle offices of Fillmore Graves. "Liv, it's okay." Peyton attempted to soothe. "It's not okay Peyton!" Liv snapped, "We were so careful, but none of that matters, because Fillmore Graves dumped a load...