I took a deep breath as I picked up the last bag containing Jimmy's toys and walked back up the stairs to my mother's apartment. She was waiting for me with a smile again. She was always happy and cheerful when Rick and I bought her grandson over for a weekend visit. "Mom. I think I brought in everything." "Oh. Jennifer. You know how happy I'm to be able t...
I saw her for the first time doing laps in the Y swimming pool. She was a good swimmer, that's what first caught my attention. A sleek woman in a lemon-colored one-piece swimsuit, cutting through the water like an arrow. Strong, efficient strokes. Powerful scissoring kicks which seemed not to splash. Rapid flipping turns at the end of each lap, without a mot...
***My Dom gave me a writing assignment, specifically noting what he wanted me to write about. This is the result of my erotic submissiveness to him, and my obedience that I always provide for him the best I can. Enjoy! ***On the morning of the team's business meeting, I was sort of nervous. I was not scared, only nervous, because I so wanted to please Mr....
I dedicate this story to Sally for giving me the inspiration to write it. Bostonfictionwriter gets a gold invitation to a celebrity ball. * I received an invitation to a Celebrity Ball. It was quite the surprise and honor to have a chauffeur appear at my front door to personally hand me the invitation. It's a black tie affair, so I'll have to rent a tuxed...
(Schodt – Angel No. 8 Original Mix. Music begins @ here). Kate Kane looked downwards quizzically at her dresser, the redoubtable Raldi M'Raldi - the highly modern English-raised and educated, Sudanese private couture and bespoke fashion expert. “Are you sure?” She asked. “Oh yes.” He replied with supreme confidence. “But are you sure,” she re-iterated, q...
Heather Bentley gently sneered at her boss, Eddie Garcia, "Women's basketball isn't REAL basketball." "Sure it is," he said adamantly. "They can't do slam dunks but that just means they have to depend more on skill. That's why I watched that whole game." Heather pursed her orange-lipsticked lips, then shrugged, dismissing the subject. They were in the gre...
Amy sat back in her plush chair and thought a bit. Tonight, as with most Friday nights, was Tom's play night. Tom had already called her from work saying that he was in the mood for some entertainment, which was his terminology for a bondage filled night. Amy wasn't against this practice, because Tom was good at his game and she normally was rocked with seve...
This story is loosely based on my life, but is largely fiction. There is no explicit sex. If you want a stroke story, this isn't for you. I unlocked my front door. It was all I could do to open the heavy door and close it behind me. I took three steps and sat on the floor. How had I gotten to this point? ============== Sixteen years ago, I was a freshly...
Last year, I wrote a story entitled Foul Language, wherein a bitter, angry Geoff Matheson had been through an ugly, unjustified divorce from his wife of 30 years. The most dispiriting part of the whole episode was the vile treatment he received at the hands of his wife's divorce lawyer, one Claire LaPointe. Geoff survived the divorce, and moved to the West...
A lot of people are surprised when they meet me. I guess that's because they've all got preconceived notions about what it's like to be me. My name is Azizah Khalif, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Orleans, in provincial Ontario. I recently graduated from Carleton University with a Master's degree in Computer Science and I...