Day Seventeen Next day I dragged myself bleary-eyed through slops. Back in the cell I would have gone back to sleep, but Rose asked me to check her, to see if she had shaved herself thoroughly. "I think so," I said. "Thinking isn't enough," said Rose. "You need to be sure." "Well, there's a small patch here," I said. "Please go over it for me Chloe: we...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 7 -- Saturday night spice It was Friday evening. As I'd had to work late, Emma had come up to town after taking her adult beginners' ballet class to meet me at my office. She looked gorgeous as always. After several weeks of warmer weather it was becoming cooler so she was wearing a black leather...
I was in the garden grafting the roses. I always do more than I need so I have plenty to give away. It's thoughtful to give away a rose bush for Valentine's Day and not just a miserable flower. It's how I've always done it but I'm wondering. How many rose bushes, all the same, can one have? There was a little discomfort, nothing really, I'm always nursing a...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is purely fiction, though the author would like for it to become a reality someday soon, except for losing my wife. And all the characters are over 18 years of age. * I met Steffan through a mutual friend, Victor. We all three work in the same factory, yet different departments. Vic and I hung out after work occasionally, and he h...
Part I: Debbie Alan Burnett listened to the same 'oldies' station he had for years now; the music was predictably comfortable and the commercials were kind of funny – sometimes anyway, and besides, almost everyone else in the department listened to the station. You could always count on a happy mix of sixties stuff, but usually they played more seventies mu...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault - Redux Due to reader requests and a bad case of writers block, I have revisited this series and have added names and spiced up a few bland spots. Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style... and a strong reliance on s...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault It was intentionally written without names. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older. Copyright (c) 2014 by Acup She finishes the l...
"Why are you still here?" She, Judith Chapman, my boss, looked at me from her side of the desk. She had called me into her office to ask me that? "It's not knocking off time." "No, that's not what I meant. You have been working here for the last twenty years, you're getting trampled on by all the young guys clambering up the corporate ladder to success, y...
Millicent is a character from a vignette in one of the parts of 'Epiphanous'. Her circumstance fueled a storyboard in my mind that I think was worth exploring. This is not a story of great wrongs and retribution. There is no bitch burning and from my perspective there is no judgement of right or wrong. These are people who might do what others would not or n...
CHAPTER 1 When Charlton King bellowed 'Come here!' people jumped although that command would be rare. He was more inclined to yell "Fuck Off!"Usually all he had to do was to mutter, "This is making me angry" and his support staff either jumped to pacify him or fucked off to a remote part of the building. That was one of Charlton's strengths. He communicate...