Danaher's was a safe sanctuary from the storm. "What may I ask brings the O'Rourke out tonight?" asked Mahraid Danaher. "It could be that I have no food in the house," Mary Brenna answered. She was smiling. The days when she would feel embarrassed about her cooking were gone. She kept a clean and tidy house but had never found the love of cooking that her...
Rosie checked her hair and lip gloss one last time in the mirrored walls of the empty elevator as she made her way down to the building's lobby. Straightened her dress; she stepped out of the elevator and walked out of the lobby. The clingy black wool dress looked great against her pale skin and her black Mary Jane wedges made her legs look extra long and s...
I hadn't been able to think of much else since I'd watched my neighbour Jane with two old guys the previous week. I'd taken the dog out most days to the same wood, but unfortunately they hadn't been there. After a couple of weeks I put it down to a one off and buried myself in work. It must have been a Tuesday about 3 weeks later when the doorbell rang ju...
*Warning! Contains non-consensual sex.* ***** Diana was a witch and she coveted power. Power over things, people, and possible reality itself. She craved power not for any good reasons, but simply to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She was tired of relying on other witches to cast powerful spells, having to decide as a group what to do and why...
When he opened the door, she came running from the kitchen. "Oh my god I'm so glad you're home, Master. I missed you so much." She threw her arms around him. "But I have dinner going." She turned to head back to the kitchen. "Stand still!" He didn't raise his voice but put an edge into it that she knew she had to listen to. She stopped, and he came up behi...
It was a beautiful day today, the sun was out, the birds were singing and she was getting her plumbing fixed. She laughed to herself at that, her and her partner's sink tap wasn't working so naturally they had to bring someone by to fix it. His name was apparently John, when she spoke to him on the phone. "What time is it?" her partner said as he strode i...
I'm 49; an artist, photographer, owner and manager of a small ego. My studio is in the renovated barn of my inheritance: a rambling collection of farmhouse and associated buildings in rural Norfolk. The farm had been in my family's hands since the 1700s. My father had run it as a mixed arable and dairy concern and I had worked on it as only a farmer's child...
I arrived at Mrs. Greenberg's home on Saturday, a few minutes early. 'I'm just here to do a job,' I kept reminding myself, but I was so nervous I could hardly think straight. I had marketed my services successfully, much to my surprise, and had now arrived at my first engagement. I was to serve as Mrs. Greenberg's butler for the afternoon - serving a group...
Chapter Once: The stampede outside her bedroom had awakened her from a deep sleep. Jalamia peered at her alarm clock and let out a long groan rolling onto her back. Her amber eyes opened slowly. She stared grumpily at the freshly painted ceiling. Her bedroom had been the last to be painted in the renovated ante bellum mansion they had purchase. She still ha...
When I was in college, I was lucky enough to go to school in Colorado. In addition to the great weather, the great scenery, and the skiing, I was close to my extended family, and got to experience one of the most amazing sexual adventures of my life! What follows is the true story of that adventure. I have always believed that what happens to us in reality i...