Our neighbor’s Halloween party last month was one that I shall never forget. The theme was dressing for a fairy tale, so my husband wore a furry wolf costume, and I wore a very provocative Red Riding Hood costume. It was made of red satin, with a full, flippy skirt that only went down to my mid-thigh, 4-inch red patent leather spike heels, and a red bodice t...
I spent two summers working at a camp in Bridgehampton. Stone-cold rich women would give us their children while they went to their tennis lessons. The first year I worked there the kids loved me. At any point in the day I could be found carrying two or three of them on my back, looking like an elephant at the circus. They loved me. I was big and hairy. I di...
"Jack, today is March 1. Every three months I'm going to ask you up to the house to help me out with what you might call my domestic situation. OK?" "Well, sure Mr. Harris." "Now, I know you get along with Alice, don't you? Say hi to Alice." Mr. March's live-in girlfriend Alice Harper was standing by the fireplace, staring into the fire, and not looking t...
Author's Notes All characters are at least 18 years old, except where stated otherwise. Thanks for reading and please do leave feedback. ***** Jake's POV I woke with a raging boner. Amy was draped across my body, her head resting on my chest, her hair a tangle of curls. Normally I'd deal with my hardon quickly, then jump out of bed into the shower, but...
Spider Monkey's POVArrowhead Lake House "So Vegas instead of Orlando?" "Yeah," Vic said as he started to set the table for dinner. "The good news is that we can leave earlier than I thought we could. Chase and Rori are flying to Dallas tonight; they heard back from Roadkill after he verified it was safe to come back. They will get the twins, and fly back w...
Without characters, a story is little more than a detailed road-map, or atlas. Empty scenes, and situations would be hollow, blank neighborhoods, fictional deserts of magnitudes post apocalyptic. Imagine reading a book where you were given beautiful descriptions, detailed environments, dangerous scapes, and deadly terrains, but nothing happened. Ever. Thi...
The golden sun slowly rose above the horizon. Just as slowly, the air meandered across the plain, and the crystalline water trickled along the nearby streak. With equal languidness, the many multicolored flowers slowly opened their petals to the cool air of the dawn. Slowly, the sacrificial ceremony was unfolding. She stood, tall and proud, as erect as t...
This is the third in my Gerry Pretty serious of detective stories and it sort of comes full circle. CM In the back of the LJ Bar, hidden behind cases of booze, is a room that very few people know about. This is the headquarters of the thriving Pretty Detective Agency and where I spend some of my day when I'm not detecting or helping out in the bar. Today...
I'm still locked in the dungeon. No. Not me. My impostor is locked in the dungeon. I'm sealed inside a shell many miles away in some prison cell, forced to see, hear, and feel everything that the other me experiences. We've been here for weeks. It's been weeks since Mistress said she would come back soon. She and Elif had to do an easy job in Eatonton. Then...
I throw you up against the wall, and grab you by your throat, pressing myself against you. I growl into your ear, "I'm going to fuck your slutty cunt so hard you won't be able to walk straight for days. No need to thank me, I know it's what a dirty whore like you wants." You whimper, your eyes pleading with me. I rip your shirt and bra off roughly, holding y...