I heard the phone through the cobwebs of too little sleep, the late night cheeseburgers and more than a fair amount of scotch. By the second ring, I had nimbly thrown myself on the floor and was attempting to stand. On the third ring, I forced my eyes open and started the run to my office. This was not unusual for me. I live in an apartment behind my o...
This part wasn't edited/beta read by anyone . I apologize for any mistakes in grammar. **** I wake and she's still sleeping. She's curled around her pillow, arms folded under her head. Her breathing is soft and rhythmic. Her beauty takes my breath away. Her resemblance to Gerry is still a shock but I feel as though I know this girl in a different way. It...
My eyes opened and I grabbed my glasses and looked at the clock, it read "3:45." "Fuck" I said to no one. After I looked at the time. I got up and staggered to the bathroom and performed my morning routine. I slipped on a pair of sweat pants, shirt and shoes and left my house and walked my neighborhood. I did my final turn and walked up to my back door hit t...
I WHAT'S A GIRL TO DO? Hi. I'm Felicia, a professional artist; and I've got this neat husband—William Faxon—who's a fairly well known novelist. He's also great in the sack, which is important, but, further, he gets turned on hearing about the guys I had sex with before we met. I'm both proud and ashamed that there were eleven in all whom I fucked. Two prosp...
Synopsis: The girl's journey as a slave begins with learning how to serve multiple Masters, and transitions to increasing her pain threshold. She is severely tested as she endures the unique and often perverted fantasies of the Chairman and the Board members. She was brought to the island's slave training facility to be personally trained by every member of...
Woodland Hills, California Saturday, May 10, 1986 Well into the thirtieth year of our marriage, I do not remember how it started or, actually, when it started, but once again Lisa and me were into one of our, seemingly, never ending, ongoing arguments... Well, actually, by this time the argument had generated into the silent period. Now, to be honest,...
One lucky person notices her at a light. He's in the left turn lane. In the back of the black car to his right, through its glass, through the crazy reflections of his car and the strip mall, beauty in the evening. Dark brown hair, a dimpled chin, a white shoulder. There's something about her expression, focused and intent, fearful and resigned, that grips h...
After taking their nap Helen and Nate decided they should go out to lunch. It was a little argument over where to go though. Nate wanted to go to one of the restaurants his parents donated money to all the time. Helen wanted to go to an inexpensive diner by her mom's real estate office. To solve this problem they played a quick game of rock paper scissors. T...
Hello to those who may be reading this, this is the 2nd Instalment in the Xander series. The edited Chapter 1 will be posted at a later stage. It states in the foreword of Chapter 1 that cars are commodities that are available in this world; however, they aren't cars as we know them. Cars in this world are more like 4 wheeled contraptions, that are powered...
I apologize for taking so long with this. I'm just not as accomplished at writing as some on here, unfortunately. A huge shout out to my Editor, Mystique, for saving me from grammar and punctuation purgatory. Any errors are mine since I tinkered with it after editing. ***** Jessie had no idea who was behind her. She hoped upon hope that it was Rob. She t...