Chapter III - The Letter This is a fantasy. Thank you to my editor you know who you are. There are two previous chapters, but this stands on its own. * Dear Mr. Gray, Sir, I am writing this letter because my husband, Tom, has ordered me to do so, as part of my punishment. Tom wants you to read a summary of what happened to me last night. I had left your...
Another two weeks of adjusting the nozzle on my firehose and the more restrained I became in my expressions of love for the woman I was so wild about and the more loving she became. She phoned and e-mailed more often, said more loving things and got raunchier. Our late night phone calls and e-mails started with affection, got hotter and hotter, and then the...
I was late. Real late. "Crap!" I muttered to myself as fumbled for the cell phone in my jeans pocket. She was gonna be mad, but then I figured I'd just have find a way to make it up to her then, wouldn't I? And that shouldn't be to difficult. Not with my Christi. Over the months we'd been hanging out together, I'd kind of learned how to play her body like an...
I've always been attracted to plus-sized women. They are soft to hold and pleasing to look at and I love to watch them walk from behind, especially going up stairways. I've lusted after large women for years, and I have had affairs with skinny and large girls and the large girls satisfied me more every time. I also love bigger women because I am a masochist...
Quiet. Nothing. The Beauty and the Ease and the Dreadful Boredom of Nothing. Wasn't there something? From dark to light, eyes wide open face the sky. The thought she tried to bring to clarity was absent now. Just as the sky was clear except for the dazzling sun so was her mind. There was an echo of a sensation that couldn't quite be grasped but its quali...
This is based on a true story; in fact the details are more or less the same. Some may find the protagonist a bit of a pig, but well. You don't get real nice guys in life as you do in books anymore. Lydia walked into class with her girlfriend. "Y'know! It's so PATHETIC." The last word of their leftover conversation was blared unintentionally into the class...
Clayton rolled over in bed at the sound of his alarm, his arm quickly stretched from the bundle beneath the blankets to silence the rude awakening. The flashing red numbers declared it was now 6:45 in a tone that seemed far too cheery for such a dreary awakening. His dream was just ruined by the very mechanism after all. Though it was half-fleeting he coul...
She gets home late, later than she had planned. She wonders if He is still awake. Surely not, but she doesn't like to second-guess Him. She usually regrets it. She remembers His smile when she told Him a couple girls from work wanted to go out for a while... catch a movie, go shopping, something fun. She promised to be home by midnight. But here she is, snea...
I'm soooo late... Looking at the dashboard clock, 6:27pm. Yep, I'm running late. I pull on to my street and the kids are having their usual street hockey game against their parents. I pull into my driveway and His car is there already. Oh this is not good. I turn off my car and take a deep breath. I open my car door and step out into my driveway. I smile and...
actually) and just never got around to submitting. Just trying to clear out the archives here. Warning: Not breaking any new ground here. <><><><><> NOT APPROPRIATE A brief example of improper behavior. <><><><><> I arrived home from work at the usual time. My bride of 6 years was in the proce...