It's been soo long since we've been together. I don't even remember exactly how long it has been...but you've been on my mind lately. Everything somehow seems to make me think of you so I decided to call you. You are pleasantly surprised by my invitation to dinner. I ask you to arrive at my house at eight. You say that will give you plenty of time to get hom...
Home, at last!! Each day at work only seemed to bring another crisis to be solved. And each night only brought loneliness since you were away on business. Only one more night, I think to myself as I arrive home. I look at the clock and see that it is already after 9:00 pm. All I want (since you are not here) is a long hot shower. I undress and steam soon fi...
It all stated innocently enough. My best friend Beth called to tell me she was planning a long weekend in celebration of her husband's 40th birthday. Beth asked if my husband, Sean, and I (my name is Carrie) wanted to accompany them. We decided to go the Caribbean for four glorious days of fun and sun. I never guessed that it would change my life. Beth and...
It was a quarter to 3 in the morning. Harris Craig, early morning TV anchor in Kansas City, was sitting nude at her bedroom vanity. She was getting ready for work. She leaned into the lights around the mirror, stretched her neck and gently ran a hand from her chin down her throat to her collarbones. She was looking at the distinctive bruising: a thumb shap...
Day Three (the day) The next morning, we were all at breakfast together. The boys looked incredibly sheepish. They responded to our every simple whim. When Beth and I asked them to go fix us plates at the buffet, they ran off like our personal servants. What fun. She the told me that after I left Harris was still on the bed blindfolded. "I decided to do...
Chapter 5 Lydia stood tall & powerful above her boss, Donna Harris, who was on her knees kissing her newly acquired long leather boots. She could see Ms Harris squirming with contempt as she worshipped the boots that had so recently been wrapped around her own feet and legs. 'I think you've had quite enough, for now bitch.' Lydia snapped softly at Ms Harri...
The hobnailed boots of Sergeant Henry Harris, Royal Engineers, rang against the cobblestones of the quiet suburban Parisian street. The locality was all but deserted, the streets strewn with horse manure, wet, cold and windswept on this unseasonal July evening. This must be the place, 15 Rue de l'Ascension. So many times Harris had heard of these places, exp...
Thanks John for your help in editing. Any mistakes are mine alone. ***** Here I sit staring out the window. It is the start of a new year and I am alone, depressed and the weather matches my feelings. It is cold, blustery and some snow on the ground. What has happened to me? My name is Jill and I have been married over 24 years (or should say was marri...
(My apologies for the delay in finishing Chapter 3. Life got in the way for a bit, including having to deal with a flooded basement. There will be one more chapter after this, although these characters may return in future stories. Thank you again for your support and feedback!) --- Kyrie's mouth engulfed his length, and the sensations that rushed through...
Galatea gasped, and pressed her hot palm to the cold, rippled glass. Outside, the granite sky and flinty moorland blended into a windswept, frigid underworld. As dark a mid-day as there ever could be. Moor House creaked and groaned around her. Every empty room leant into the wind and heaved like a stuck shipwreck. She pushed her rear to her husband's hips a...