I glanced down at my watch. Three o' five. Katie was supposed to have been here five minutes ago. I checked my desk to make sure I had everything. Yes, it was all there. My grade book and copies of her old tests. Three o' six. She was now six minutes late, but it felt like thirty. I felt a drop of perspiration make its way from my underarm down m...
(My girlfriend Tonya is a very hot and sexy 22 year old with a tight body and a cute butt. She stands 5'3" with large brown eyes and brown hair that hangs to her shoulders. She has very large breasts for a petite woman and her measurements are 36-23-34. She recently finished telling me what she had been doing to complete the sexual tasks I gave her.) Tonya...
Catie stood at the door, one hand on the knob and breathed deeply. She looked up at the men around her and wondered if she really could do this. It was a fantasy, had been one for years, and of all the men in the world, she trusted these three most, but...it may well be something they'd never recover from. She leaned against the door and closed her eyes, blo...
It was Sunday afternoon and Lisa was bored. Yesterday they'd been to London to buy her maid's uniform but now Judy wouldn't let her wear it. She went on about waiting until the time was right. Worse still, she wouldn't give Lisa the collar she'd bought either. She'd said she was saving it for a special occasion and that Lisa would understand when the time ca...
The insane author, Jenny Jackson, sat on a bench near the corner of 39th and 7th Avenue in New York with a yellow legal pad across her knees. The swirling snowflakes of late December danced at her feet as she watched her character, the Private Eye, Harry Dick, across the street. Harry was dressed as a Santa Claus bell-ringer. Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling... J...
Kind of funny what life throws your way. Some times fate can be a fickle bitch. My name is Rick Tyler and I'm a cop. Well, detective actually. At least I was until 30 seconds ago. I dropped my badge and gun on the desk of the idiot that pretended to be my boss. Baker looked at me with distain. We had disagreed on almost everything and I was tired of his bull...
I checked the contents of my purse one last time: lipstick, compact, some bobby pins, Altoids, tissues, hairbrush, cell phone, wallet, room key, car key, cigarettes and lighter. I added the case for the sunglasses which were gaily perched on top of my head. With that, I took a deep breath, and after a final glance at my hair and makeup in the mirror on the c...
Jamie and I had been friends for a really long time before things went to another level. We'd met in first year university, and taken an instant dislike to each other. She was loud, crass, and opinionated. I was quiet, shy and insecure. We met during frosh week, and when we all went out to the bar together, I saw her trace an ice cube down a girl's arm then...
'You can do this,' the message on Claire's mobile read. But she felt anything but brave and capable. It had been three months since her Master's death, but the wound felt as open, as raw, as it had that night as she held His still body in her arms. His death like His life was His choice. The ravages of the illness that had plagued His once strong body and m...
Disclaimer, The characters hereby depicted are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people living or dead is inevitable owing to the ordinariness of the folks described. ============================ It was high school senior prom night, I lay in my bed watching dark clouds scudding across the moon as I listened to the sounds of the night, cric...