I do apologize for the random Chapter inserts in the posts. I have this typed in its entirety and am editing as I write re-write and post - it gets a bit crazy, but hopefully the meaning is not lost. Again, thank you so so much for the kind words and encouragement, feel free to question and critique - please post comments I am still learning as I go and havi...
Note: This is the fifteenth episode in a series entitled "Roxanne and Willie". If you have not read the previous fourteen episodes of this series, I encourage you to do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recom...
Transcendental Obfuscation Why we will never know why... Author's note: A light look at some popularly accepted mythoi and what might be the "real" story behind all those unexplained disappearances... written with tongue firmly implanted in cheek. Intended to be read that way. Cheers... *~*~*~*~* "Under no circumstances are you to tell him." "But...
She'd done it. She'd left her husband and her old life far behind, miles beneath on the ground. She soared through the skies, heading west, into the sun, feeling weightless and exhilarated, with that scary trembling in her gut that told her things were changing rapidly, perhaps too rapidly. As the plane broke through the low, gray clouds, the orange sun bla...
Once I knew that Noan was down for the count, I wriggled out from under her and headed for the kitchen to grab a towel. With my face and hair covered in our combined fluids, I badly needed a shower. Before making my way to the bathroom, however, I reignited the fire in the stove and put the kettle on the stovetop to heat water for a morning cup of tea; or co...
[This story was inspired by The Twilight Zone episode "The Lonely" which was broadcast on November 13, 1959. I imagined Lili Taylor, as she was in the 1990s, playing Alicia.] "I am persuaded that those who designed this system do not know what it is they are doing . . . I hold that the slow and daily tampering with the mysteries of the brain to be immeasura...
Chapter 1 When Maisie Lott was in her late teens, her mother Emily sat her down, looking serious. Maisie braced herself for a lecture about the birds and bees and wondered if her somewhat out-of-date mother would then invite her front-running daughter, in terms of reading knowledge, to be informed about how the modern woman behaves in bed or on the kitchen...
Lucas sat on the bridge of the Enterprise and frowned at the orbital chart. He was reminded, obscurely, of one of the many shitty 20th and 21st century spec-fic shows that Helen had crammed down his eyes during the long, slow, stately voyage to Arcadia. It felt like a thousand years before, like a lifetime ago. It was a time where magic was relegated to vids...
Bone deep weariness suffused Vidya, from her toes to her bones. She had never felt quite so exhausted before in her life -- even at the worst crunch during her training to join with the space survey. That had been several weeks of training on the Indian lunar colony. She had trained in both hard vac-suits and in mechanical counterpressure suits, and gone thr...
2: Early Years Sweet-faced Angela Briscoe with sensuous lips and a flattering cleavage had become the darling of management at Baldacci, Guy, Reinhardt & Robinson, Attorneys at Law, before her unmasking. It would have been her sensational unmasking but for an amazing substantial cover-up. In this episode Angela's entry into adulthood is outlined. POST-ADO...