While I generally leave anything referring to comic books or superheroes to my esteemed friend and colleague Rebekah Hendershot, author of Masks, I am now stepping in. Dear Disney, you own Marvel now. Have Joe Quesada walk the plank off the roof of 666 5th avenue. You can have Johnny Depp hold the sword that nudges him off, if you like. Why do I say that?...
She looked at him with a wicked gleam and he smiled in anticipation. She knew he loved the moments when she was a little more aggressive in bed. Taking his hands up and over his head, she pinned them there as best as she could considering how small her hands were. "Promise to keep them there." She urged in a whisper as she ran small kisses up and down his...
Note: The author has no connection with any product or company mentioned in this or any other of his stories. Chap 3: Heather After dropping the kids off at school, Gina drove to the Shady Acres Mobile Home Park and pulled up in front of the Quinn's double-wide. She knocked on the door, announced herself and when Heather hailed her, let herself in. "I'm...
“Darling, when are you coming home tonight?” “I’m not sure, love. I have a few things to finish off at work today. Hopefully it shouldn’t be later than 9pm.” “Well, I’m just wondering because... the kids are with my mom for the weekend, and I was hoping we’d get some time together. Alone.” David smiled at his wife of five years. “I’d love that. I promise...
It was depressing working in a Victoria's Secret, closing in on Valentine's Day, especially if you were in between, well in between, boyfriends. The weeks leading up to Valentine's Day were bad enough, but the few days before, and even the day of, were the worst. Men, often handsome, uninformed men, came prancing into the store seeking advice on what to buy...
This is a Summer Lovin' contest story. Please vote. * What I Did During Summer Vacation When most others have barbeques and pool parties, others write letters during the long, hot summer. Dear Anthony, How's your summer? Have you taken the kids anywhere on their summer vacation? Unfortunately, things don't look good for me. This is my last letter to y...
The bank receptionist, whose name is Brenda, smiles and says, "Yes sir, right this way." She is about 30, with rosy cheeks and a fat bottom. I like being called 'sir.' It's a nice touch, but of course Brenda calls anyone who walks into my bank 'sir' because she is paid to do so. No matter that you are the lowest scoundrel or pervert; you are a 'sir' in my...
He'd been standing in line behind her at the bank, quickly scanning the back and side view of her, the junoesque proportions, taking in the tailored suit, sensible shoes, her meticulous grooming, a teasing whiff of her perfume and something less tangible. She concluded her business and turned to leave, his peripheral vision caught something falling to the...
Disclaimer: Characters portrayed in the following are not mine and I did not create them. * Changeling: Raining harder than a month of Sundays outside. Droplets the size of eggs. We're in Kitty's room back at the mansion and it's the evening and we're getting tipsy on one of Peter's secret stash. She tells me he keeps his bottles in a coolbox in his ward...
Trilla blinked. The slow, deliberate movement conveyed the fact that she was running low on patience. I've never seen Trilla do anything slowly. Everything about her was quick. Her speech, her walk, sometimes I swear I can hear the beeps and whirs of Trilla's brain launching into overdrive. Tolem and I were standing in front of her desk. When we walked in,...