As the night grew later and the red that was seeping into your cheeks began to fade I realized it was never going to happen. So long have I wanted to touch you, to feel you skin that I have moved past longing and ventured into obsession. But tonight isn't the night I tell you, so I laugh at your jokes and listen to the story of you most resent heartache unti...
****** Forward: This story is an expanded version of a story I read and with the author's permission I revised and added to it. ***** Dr. Lidia Vega let her eyes briefly dart to the clock on the wall. Her newest patient hadn't said anything for nearly ten minutes, but that's okay it was his process and she was only here to lead him through his grieving. S...
The morning starts like any other. You wake up, shower, make coffee, check the fridge for bacon, wind up eating toast instead, get dressed, and prepare to head out into the world. As you're about to open your door and head out to another fun-filled day at the office, you notice you've received a letter through the door. Weird. It's 7am. Unless your postie ha...
Chapter 11: Inspiration "Junie you have another letter from Monica." Bob dropped the envelope on the table. Dear Junie, I am sorry if I frightened you. I don't know if I could ever really kill myself, but to be honest I was having those thoughts and they were frightening me. For some reason you were the only person I felt like I could say those words to....
LETTER FROM SMUCKER LANDING Dear Shoeblossom, I was featured in my brother's letter about being raised in a femdom family in "Letter from Lantham Chase" and I'm also in "Letter from Purcellville" having to do with a neighbor's early experiences when he met me in grad school. I have been in the scene on and off for a while...and now I'm writing my own lett...
I woke up one day early as I knew an important letter would be arriving. I didn't bother to close my robe, knowing that my neighborhood was safe and no one would give me a second glance anyways. No one thought me attractive, to my mind. I must have been ignoring the signs of wolf whistles and the sidelong glances if someone did. I didn't bother to take my me...
Sherry read the short letter over for the third time. Who was this guy she kept asking herself trying to think of anyone she might know or had come into contact with that could be the writer of the note she had been reading. This was the fourth short letter she had received in the mail in the past two weeks. Had the first one been written differently than i...
I hadn't heard from Ann since that Tuesday night call, where she hung up leaving me hard and thinking about her exploring her lesbian side. The thought that my bride to be might be a budding bisexual had me flip flopping back and forth over my feelings about it. I was both scared and excited at the same time. While the thought of watching her, or even hear...
Chapter 11 Life went on for another three weeks. I got round to advertising for a tenant to fill Harry's room without much hope of many replies, but was surprised when Annette Furlong applied. She was a medical student and came from a fairly wealthy family. The residents were impressed with her and she moved in on the 1st of September. It was Thursday 22n...
NOTE: Written by a foreigner who's definitely not anti-American. – E. G. * In 1944 the mid-west town of Tush had a population of 347 comprised mainly of military deserters, retired prostitutes, unemployed mailmen who'd found the cheapest place in the country to live, wife beaters on the run, women in black vinyl suits carrying chains and black whips, fugit...