Already, my feet hurt wearing these narrow flats. The pantyhose bunched up in my crotch and wrinkled every time I moved. I bought the queen size and it is a little too big in the hips. I had to roll it up to make it tight enough around my legs. I guess my thighs are smaller than women who wear these size pantyhose. The bra felt as though I was wearing a kna...
The day was starting out like every other day except today I had to run my brother’s store all day and night. He is off at a convention in Milwaukee until Monday. I have been running his store for two days now. Today I do not have my daughter with me. It is Saturday and we are having a Harry Potter tournament. Joe is supposed to run it. He didn’t get to go t...
Not a poem. Not a story. Not an exercise in character development. And, erm, no... no speech marks. Not one for the pedants. * I... am bored. I'm waiting at a train station. Been on a reception for the country's best English teachers in some godforesaken shithole up in the grim North and desperate to come home. I went in disguise. So I am wearing a long...
The mist rolled across the black water lapping gently at the wooden structure in it's path. The full moon revealed the craft with it's deck, three sails and rigging. A pirate ship for sure with an unusual flag bearing a fist with the middle finger raised upwards. Although unusual in design it had been sanctioned by the Pirate Federation. Aboard this vessel...
I touched down at Frankfurt airport Friday morning. It had been a nice flight. Thankfully there were no screaming babies or old ladies telling me I remind them of their darling grandchildren. It was smooth flight listening to Harry Potter audiobooks. I collected my bag and made my way to arrivals to meet my new owner. I'm simply going to call him Master and...
My dear Marion, My darling. My love. As you receive this letter, I hope you find someplace private to read it my dear. Do you know what today is? It is the one-year anniversary of the day we first made love and what a glorious one year it has been. As I write this, my dear, I cannot but look forward to the next time I see you again - today evening at you...
Up To Camp "I think you made that up," Mary said, 'I think it's something you tell the tourists to mess with their heads." "I did not make it up." "I'm sorry," she responded, shaking her head, "But I don't believe porcupines fall out of trees." Mary had been appalled by how many roadkill animals they had seen since they'd turned off the interstate and on...
This is a companion piece to The Hills Are Alive... We revisit our heroine Trish as she tries to find a way to top that adventure. It isn't necessary to have read that piece, but she has a habit of being bad like this. She seeks thrill, danger and excitement. Don't judge her, at least she shares her stories. After the amazing adventure in the mountains...
Our days took on a familiar pattern. We woke up, messed around, made a hot drink of some kind, messed around some more, collected firewood, explored the Big Brother Hole and of course we made love. As we explored I made a point of spreading loose earth from under our bed earth via a hole in my trouser pocket just like in 'The Great Escape' letting it fall...
She plopped down on his lap on the couch. She was watching the movie intently, Sam didn't care which Harry Potter it was, but Leah seemed to want to watch. For a while Sam respected that, and he didn't push anything. But as the movie went on, Sam swept Leah's dirty blonde hair away from her neck and slowly trailed soft kisses up to her ear which he nibbled...