"Under pressure," Thomas "T.J." Julien said to himself as he walked into the office of Stephen Docker, smug-faced scheduling manager for Secure Task, the security company he happened to work for. The bozo knows I live in Vanier and he sends my Black ass out to Kanata, an hour and a half away by bus, T.J. grumbled, and he rubbed his hands. He honestly wanted...
Volunteering at a nursing home was something Riley enjoyed most about her internship during college. She often thought of how she enjoyed helping older women find how to love other women as a way to be loved themselves. While job hunting, Riley was staying at home to save money. Her parents had moved and lived in a new town. One morning she told her mom s...
The Training of sissy slave Paula... Hello everyone I would love to share a story with you. I had just recently told a slave to leave me and never come back. He was not up to my standards, so I no longer had any use in him being my slave. There for I began a search for one that would be obedient and serve all my desires and needs. It began with me...
So there I was Halloween night by myself. I didn't get many trick-o-treaters because I live in the middle of nowhere. I mean like NOWHERE. I had almost a whole bowl of candy left and no one to hand it out to. I decided that since it was so late that I'd call it a night and spend some quality time with myself. I put some popcorn on the stove and went to pick...
A few quiet days later I got a phone call from a withheld number. At the time I was taking a lunchtime walk along the sea-front. "Hello?" "Hello, it's Graham." "Graham? I don't know anyone called Graham." "We met last week." The penny wasn't dropping. I don't know what planet I was on. "Sorry." "Um. We met at the shop. The shop on Surrey Street?" "Ooo...
My first day as a correctional officer was to say the least an eye opener. I had been told by a former co-worker, whom had actually been incarcerated, what to expect. Like the fact that all the inmates would try to get over on me in some way. They would try their best to get me to do something that would eventually give them something to hold over my head so...
Chapter One – Supper and the First Email. What I cooked for supper isn't important to the story, but what I cooked it in is. When it is my turn to cook I sometimes make stir-fry. I don't have a wok, but use a large skillet. Well, I don't know if skillet is the right word. It's not one those heavy cast iron things, but a no-stick pan with fairly high sides....
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Please note that the story is based in Australia and is written in Queen's English therefore my American audience will notice subtle differences in wording or phrases. This is the story of a family deeply involved in the world of boxing and how decisions can change the course of many lives. Copyright© 2009 by David...
-Thanks to everyone who have read my first submissions, sorry for the non-sexual, will be well on it's way! Storydwarf :) - Colin woke up the next morning to a massively unfamiliar sight. Martin was stood in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the two of them. "What the hell are you doing?" Colin asked, scaring the living shit out of Martin and almost ma...
He sat watching TV, the patterns of color projected across his shirt. She descends in the corner with her little smile and tucks her wings into a jaunty angle, kneeling at his feet. "Hello." Only his eyes move, then they slide over her with the impersonal flow of water over rocks. His head moves briefly up in the economical acknowledgment involving the min...