Part one Waking up in Travis's room the next morning was beyond strange, though things grew far stranger between he and I in the days that followed. I'm not even sure why I want to tell you this part. I suppose it's because waking up in his bed was the moment when I crossed a different kind of threshold, not physical like the one I'd crossed with him the ni...
PART ONE Before you read any further I'd like you to ask yourself one simple question: have you ever felt jealous? I mean TRULY jealous. I'm not talking about the kind of jealousy you feel when your boyfriend tells you that he got drunk at a business conference and slept with some airhead from the office, although that kind is bad enough. I'm talking about...
*** -- CHAPTER 2: Architectural Connections -- *** *MONDAY* "Good morning, boss." I looked up from my computer. "Good morning, Melody," I answered easily. My eyes flitted to the clock. She was right on time for a Monday morning. "Coffee? Your usual?" "Thanks, that would be great." I relaxed into my chair as the pretty blonde nodded and headed out. May...
Like I said at the end of 15... this one was already written, so, the quick turnaround. Voila. This one is fairly long. I normally prioritize writing plot, with the sex still prominent but in a secondary role. I feel like I've done that here, too, but this one could also be used as a stroke story. More than half of it is one long sex scene, and outside of...
Another little vignette from Seaborne High School... this isn't autobiographical, but it could be. Maybe. I'm entering it in Lit's Valentine's Day contest; make sure you read all the excellent entries and vote for your favorites. * * * "So, you're looking great!" She was, too; petite, fit, luminous, she looked exactly as she had in high school, sitting on...
Author's note: The novella below is my submission for the 2018 Winter Holidays Contest 2018. Please be aware that this work of fiction contains a variety of elements that might bother some readers, including BDSM themes (e.g., light bondage, master/slave dynamics, spanking and whipping for punishment); coercion themes (e.g., coerced/questionable consent,...
"I have news," said Debbie. I'd just come through the front door to find her standing in the foyer of our small apartment. She was 29 with dark hair, girl-next-door beauty and a smile that was usually ready. On that summer evening, her smile was not ready. Had it been another day I would have given her the bouquet of long-stemmed roses at the door, but...
"Cute necklace, where did you get it?" trilled the diminutive voice of Chloe. She was pointing at the bright pink collar, locked around my husband, Mack's neck. At several muscular inches north of six feet, not many people will ask Mack, my husband, about the pink collar he wears locked around his neck. Whenever a man asks about the collar, they normally f...
For those who've read my other stories, Shannon's back; this is a prequel of sorts. And if you're new to my work, welcome! Hope you enjoy. * * * I was hesitant about whether I should talk to her about this. I mean, the school has a mentorship program for a reason: you're supposed to be able to talk to your mentor about anything, anything at all, and they'r...
All characters in this story are of legal age. ***** I was intent on spending the holiday alone with my PlayStation 4 and some fellow online shut-ins but my roommate Dillon was having none of it insisting that I tag along to dinner with him and girlfriend Amelia. I'd been dumped by my girlfriend Jessie. She'd delivered the coup de 'grace by telling me that...