This is the third and last of the "Letters from the Attic" series. I hope you enjoy it. Jill stood in front of the bathroom mirror, turned, and posed. She didn't think of it as posing, more like an extensive visual check-up. She liked what she saw, finally. She was in the best shape she'd been in years. The tiny white thong she wore was beautiful. It was a...
Dear Readers, Hello again. I'm sorry I've been away so long, but hopefully this next story will make a good apology. It is based on my favorite fairytale, King Thrushbeard. A little warning: future chapters will be submitted under the BDSM category...and possibly Romance, I haven't quite decided yet. Like all of my stories, there is a bit of a long lead i...
Isabella Bennet glanced around the Rutherford's ballroom, taking in all the men and women dancing gaily or engaged in conversation. She really hated these affairs. They were nothing but a place for the ladies of society to present the newest girls of the Season and gossip about the latest scandal that some poor person had committed. The men weren't much bett...
As I lay on the bed with the soft early light of the summer sun creeping through the blinds casting a golden glow over the smooth skin of the beautiful woman lying gently sleeping next to me I watched flecks of dust sparkle and dance in the air and listened to her gentle breathing. My mind began to wander and I recalled the events and coincidences of the la...
Welcome to part four. I googled the Van Gogh mentioned in part three and was surprised to find out that the painting was deemed a forgery just a couple of years ago. According to art experts, it was painted some fifty years after Vincent Van Gogh's death. What a bummer for the people who owned it. The encounter with the Japanese couple, Kira and Emiko fro...
"I feel we've really made some progress today", Connie said as she took her glasses off, setting them on the table. Nelson sat uncomfortably on the edge of the couch in Connie's office. He refused to lean back against the cushion. This was the third meeting he'd had with his therapist and he still wasn't very comfortable here. Connie stood from her seat an...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * "Oh. My. God; if I have to act like one more brat is just so cute, I'm going to puke," Jenna Bancroft whispered in her husband's ear while smiling. Dan chuckled, then squatted down to congratulate a little girl on being 'the best little fairy he'd ev...
White Buddha: Portrait of an ESL Teacher in China "Melvin..." "Where was he from?" "Portland, Oregon." "That's weird." "It's a weird place..." "But he hated Portland, like, really, really hated Portland, always shitted on its hipsters, and politically correct, passive aggressive people..." "He certainly was not passive aggressive." "Wasn't he...
(Intro) My hopes with this added -and final chapter to this story is to create a bridge into the sequel currently being written... Again... I write long and slow because I choose to and if this is NOT your cuppa'... then I suggest you move on and find a quick wank elsewhere... Again – again... All Negative "Anonymous" comments will be removed post haste...
Thea wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. She was afraid to leave the room, yet after having seen nothing but those same four walls for days...the thought of a little fresh air and night sky was a welcome one. Or even simply a different room. The first few days after the attack she'd done little more than sleep, so there hadn't been much to get worked...