Chapter 3 Mary Jane woke up Thursday morning in a great mood. Here she was in a new town for only a couple of weeks and yesterday a nice gentleman gave her a tip on a job that wasn't even in the papers yet. She was very grateful but a little worried also since she really had no idea who Jacob was or why she stayed with him and had the picnic lunch with him....
"Kneel!" I yell at you as you enter the hotel room and fail to get immediately on your knees in front of Me. You fall to your knees and instinctively lower your lips to My boot, showering it with kisses. "That's much better," I purr. Unsure what to do next, and not getting any direction from Me, you continue to kiss my boots, to lick them, to suck on the l...
"I know honey. I can't do much without the PI's investigation and I can't hold off the decision much longer." Cliff stated. "Why can't they get the information we need?" Monica asked. "We don't know enough about her and they are stonewalled as well, like she never existed, not in New York City anyway. What we and they know is really sketchy at best. We sh...
by EgmontOriginals (c) A late arrival at the gala opening of MagWorld on that Friday evening in October 1979 was Bob Monk who came straight from the airport after attending an advertising conference in New Zealand as a primary speaker. Later in the evening Lucille hosted the celebratory restaurant dinner that followed the cocktail party at MagWorld....
Or Rather How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love Trolls -... and please pardon any typos. -bluefox07 Okay, so here I am writing a short piece on something that I need to talk about. It's the Fourth of July, 2007 and it is sweltering outside my small 3-bedroom apartment here in Oregon. My children are watching Spongebob Squarepants, eating popcorn and drin...
Chapter 12: First Night's Bite The house of my Mistress had two floors, a gabled roof, porch and attic. i'd soon discover it had a dungeon too. It was painted in shades of gray and not easy to see in the light of a moon and stars now blocked by trees. We were in the middle of the country, surrounded by nature and i felt out of place. The night air may have...
~ J A C K S O N ~ ~You would think you'd feel degraded, not able to speak up about what you think, but it doesn't seem to bother you. You seem to do a lot better when you don't have the option of speaking for yourself, in fact.~ When I first met my little puppy, he was hardly docile. He was a brat, pure and simple. If he didn't get his way, he'd whine, ho...
It was Tuesday, and everyone knows that Tuesday is a great day to buy books. I am what some would call a bookworm, others would just say I have a rare form of LOCD, literary obsessive compulsive disorder. By my own account, I am a collector. My house is my evidence; it is full of books. I own fifteen four-shelf bookcases. My coffee table is made of books and...
-You want some coffee? she asked. -Sure, I answered. She made some Senseo. Not my favorite, but still. She sat on her padded chair. I sat across from her on her couch, which had two Saturday newspapers spread out across the rest of it to my left. -Cheers! We both sipped hot coffee. She lit up a cigarette. I didn't smoke, and I wasn't so glad of smelling...
This story is the follow up to It's Just Sex - Part 1. Again all true, and appreciate any comments/feedback. Hope you enjoy. The next day is oddly enough, completely normal. I have a 9:30a.m. meeting with Erika as my co-lead. I sense nothing from her; she isn't rude or cold, it's just as if last night never happened. I accept that I had an amazing night of...