He sat as his desk is dark brown hair and hazel eyes. You'd think he was tall, but he wasn't. You'd think that he would be muscular or portly, but he wasn't. If you saw him on the street you would probably ignore him. However, he could mentally manipulate almost every female on the planet. This was an inherited trait from his father going back thousands of y...
I can't believe that our little girl is going to be a tv star.Nor can i believe that she got her mother and me one of them dar satalight dish to watch it on.Had it placed right outside our bedroom window,now whenever time it rains we see a waterfall from the roof! .Who ever heard of channel 69 anyway! In my day a tv that got 4 channels was dandy! "Ma! i...
The ocean calls to me. I feel the need to ride the sea. The rise and fall of water vessel moving with tides. A slight breeze sweeping across the deck, that brings sprinkles of the salty mist to ease the heat of the flesh. I love the motion of these current. As I stand by the rail and look out the greatness of it all. A calmness flows into me. Everything aro...
Kristina continued to watch the screen of her IPhone as she strolled slowly towards the front door of her parents' house. The doorbell had rung and it was undoubtedly the pizza delivery man bringing her order. It was 7 pm on her 22nd birthday and here she was housesitting for Mom and Dad. "How did I end up doing this on my birthday?" she wondered aloud irrit...
Drifting, timeless I wait and then came those disjoined notes like an ill tuned instrument playing harshly, so very faint but there they were, silver symbols floating attached by only a single hair fine, rainbow colored thread. Pain and sorrow make up the thread which I catch and hold, my only link to follow to one who calls. Do they even know they have call...
This is a retelling of a contented Femdom relationship, this time told from the husband's perspective. While it can stand on its own, reading the original account, An Evening at Home, by the wife might give a fuller view. ***************** I hurry to finish my after dinner clean up as my wife goes to freshen up and change out of her day time clothes into s...
It was dark; totally without light of any kind, I could not see anything not even the hand in front of my face, if even I had a hand. I was awake and aware but could not feel anything. Was I alive, I don't know, how does one judge that in the absence of all senses. How long have I been here, a few minutes, a few hours, a few weeks, I really didn't know. I wa...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a departure for me, a soft sensitive narrative. It is not dark and dangerous. I have no idea where this came from, but it is an experiment, as all my stories are. My only warning for this one would be for my fans (if I have any), as they might find this sappy and boring. ***** The wine's bouquet scented the room as they gazed serene...
You have just gotten back from a long day at school and are ready to start your weekend. As you near your house you see a ring in the grass, so you go to it, pick it up and put it on. Once you put it on, it phrases into your finger. You suddenly feel different and look at your hands to see that you are a ghost. You are about to freak out when suddenly you tu...
You sit in a room that seem totally empty accept for a couple of chairs and long table. The room is the size of a football field and painted completely grey. Your were a member of the Multiple Reality Task Force (MRTS). This is the task force that monitors the infinite amount of realities there are in the Universe. There go on forever starting at one string...