She told us it didn't matter what we wore, for we wouldn't be wearing it long. Still, I had put on a light gray suit, sans boxers, for no other reason than it would show off the bulge in my pants. An artificial bulge, as Lady Sarah had ordered we three slaves to wear wide rubber cock bands that pushed our packages out against the linen. I'd already gotten a...
My name is Bianca Sonel Pierre. I'm a young woman of French descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. When I'm not taking business education classes at the Metro Boston Institute of Technology, I'm usually out in the city having some fun like only I can. I've got some time to kill, so I thought we'd get to know each other a little bit. Ever since...
They met two years before, on the other side of the world. Tonight, Sunny and James both thought with bittersweet regret about how they got here - a third floor officetel on the outskirts of Seoul - Sunny, on the tiny kitchen hallway floor, wiped tears from her tightly closed eyes with a corner of her blanket, while James rested with one eye open, on his bed...
It had been a frustrating day at work. I trudged onto the metro and plonked on to a seat. As the carriage trundled past each station, its characteristic stodgy atmosphere intensified as more commuters piled on. Please move right down inside the carts, sounded over the speaker for the umpteenth time. For fuck's sake... A few stops later things took a turn fo...
I wasn't sure what to say when I saw him, or if I should even say anything. It was so obvious though that he was a tourist in the city, lost in the sea of non-English speaking Parisians. It was late afternoon, and I was sitting outside a quiet little bistro, sipping wine, scribbling in my journal and enjoying the cool summer breeze. A casual glance up from m...
True to his word, Tom took Maria's ass the next time they met. Maria had a two hour layover in DC on her way home from another IT convention in Arizona. The whole flight she had been sending Tom dirty texts over the plane's wifi service. "Just got done with convention. Missed you! LOL!" "Did you hook up?" "No...sigh...but I DO have a layover in DC!" "N...
The fireworks were over – or at least that's what I thought at the time. I'd spent the evening on the National Mall, not far from the Washington Monument, and the sky had been lit with brilliant whites, reds, blues, greens and pinks as we celebrated the 4th of July. Now, however, the party was over, and my wife and friends and I crowded on to a metro car for...
At this point, I couldn't even tell you what day it was when everything started. I just know I took the metro—maybe the car was out of gas or traffic was crazy (well, traffic is always crazy) or something. I remember that I was dressed kind of cute that day, a button-down and black skirt. Nothing special, but more than my everyday attire. I remember that th...
A simple flash tale, with thanks going to Editor Dave T for making the fable readable. A shout out to my retired detective neighbor who helped fill in some blanks. All and any errors are mine and mine alone. +++ BURN +++ The room at the Metro PD station was an institutional gray color with obvious Government Issue table and chairs that had seen bette...
We were on a late metro that was empty, as it was one of the last ones. Sitting pretty close together as it was a little cold out and you were feeling a little cold so I held you closer to warm you a little. You had your legs over mine as your legs were a bit cold as well. I had placed my left hand on your legs and slightly massaged them. As I was looking in...