It has been two weeks since you've made the request of the "commodities" you desire so dearly. With dust on your face you make it from your bed to the washroom. Water hasn't been collecting in the rainwater reservoir as of late, and it's getting too expensive to ship in or to buy a synthesizer. "Black magic technobabble." you say softly...
Dear Shoeblossom, I have this tape of a conversation I had with my glorious Domme just before I married her...I am studying for my Master’s in Social Work while working in a casino, and Nohl just does so much to take the pressure off! Best, Adiemus Szobak, or Dee-Dee. “What’s wrong, Adiemus, do your titties still hurt?” “Oh, please, Nohl, don’t call men’...
Karen Wilkes stared at the letter in her hand for what felt like the hundreth time. The 34 year old read and re-read the words, her mouth dry, her blue eyes reading the words over and over. She had been standing in the kitchen nearly ten minutes, the groceries and the rest of the mail forgotten. The room was quiet except for her shallow breaths. She gasped...
On a whim, you had decided to enter a contest. It was a sweepstakes giveaway where you had to lick a few stamps, accept some spam in your email, answer a few surveys and hopefully win something. It said everyone was guaranteed to win something and the minimum prize was a waterproof watch, so you figured it would be something that you could brag about to all...
After nearly 25 years of marriage our sex life had become more and more conservative and predictable. Somewhere along the way the woman who indulged many of my fantasies and kinks had grown more and more plain vanilla in her sexual preferences. I fondly recall in years past suggesting that we fill a condom with water and freeze it and watching her go upstai...
The waitress stopped at the corner of the table and placed the blood red envelope in front of the impeccably dressed woman. "Your gentleman friend has paid the bill and he asked me to give you this." "That gentleman is my husband," replied the woman, with a smile. "Thank you." Cynthia looked at the envelope on the table. Scrolled across its' crimson face...
Episode 2 of the Ruby and Sarah series Ruby and I still meet up occasionally. It’s difficult for me though, now that I have a job with more responsibilities. I often come home late from work tired, ready for nothing more strenuous than collapsing in front of the television and falling asleep. I don’t think my husband, Kevin, could cope with the nature of ou...
A Redneck's Christmas. This work could have been put in the winter holiday section or the humorous category. I couldn't make up my mind which one so I flipped a coin and here it is. I am expecting a backlash from all the southern types about the way I stereotype the people in this story. Please remember this story is written by someone in Canada so the only...
Paul's letter was a welcome respite from the boredom of the next week. Since he was a short-timer, he was no longer allowed the usual privileges of regular inmates. That meant that he had nothing to read and a lot of empty time on his hands. He'd lay awake at night, his mind on overdrive and filled to brimming with thoughts of Paul. He was also very surprise...
November 20, 2005 Jamie My Love, It is the week of our first Thanksgiving as newlyweds. But some how without you here it doesn't seem like the holidays at all. I just have to find a way to make myself understand that these are the cards life has dealt us and that I must find a way to get through this and wait patiently and hopefully here at home for you. I...