LETTER FROM SMUCKER LANDING Dear Shoeblossom, I was featured in my brother's letter about being raised in a femdom family in "Letter from Lantham Chase" and I'm also in "Letter from Purcellville" having to do with a neighbor's early experiences when he met me in grad school. I have been in the scene on and off for a while...and now I'm writing my own lett...
As the summer continued, Elle's best friend Kathy, and her husband Vic, invited Elle and Todd to spend a weekend with them at their "Time Share" condo in Provincetown, on the tip of Cape Cod. This was the third year in a row they'd offered the invitation and in each of the previous years, Elle would have to make an excuse for their not being able to make it....
The heat was stifling, the fan over my bed turned lazily barely disturbing the flies jostling for the best places to sit along its rusting blades. "James darling, how are you?" Saskia asked with impressively convincing compassion as she swept into the room. I raised myself up "Not so bad," I managed to say before my strength ebbed and I fell back "Oh, dea...
If you have begun reading my story at this chapter, there are a few details you ought to know. My name is Peggy, but my college friends all call me Pygmy. I'm not just petite; at 19 I'm darn near child-like. I decided to use my Lolita looks to make a pile of cash on the Internet with some interesting results. For one thing, my Dad has horned in on my busines...
Ten to eight. Fai's husband would be home in twenty minutes. Standing in their little balcony kitchenette, surrounded by the noise of Bangkok, a mosquito feasting unnoticed on her ankle, she immersed her hands into the soapy water once again and continued her vigil of the room across the street. Through a gap in the curtain of the apartment opposite she coul...
It's time for the 750 Word Project 2020! Click here for more about this author challenge. This year's event is the biggest Author Challenge to date, with over 160 stories by over 80 authors. If you enjoy short fiction, this is your day! Please read the stories below, vote and comment. If you don't enjoy short tales, no worries. This is a one day event,...
And so we were lifted out of the disease-ridden arms of poverty by an angel named Arthur. Mr. Higgins took a liking to my mother: first, because of her beauty and second, because she was a quick learner. As I grew in her well-fed belly, Laurie Marie set the Higgins manor in order, deftly organizing the running of the house and seeing to the care of the outbu...
As I look out over the bleak winter city streets, I recall the warmth of a summer day out in rural Alberta where I grew up. I'm sitting in a coffee shop and stir the sugar and cream in my mug and my mind drifts away to a better time and place, back home. The day my mind returns to is the topic of this story. The farm I lived on was quite isolated and had st...
The overall image of my room is erotic. To call it a bedroom would really be an insult. It is a boudoir, decorated in rich cherry furniture. With the focus on a sleigh bed that holds a soft feather mattress, and black semi-transparent mosquito netting cascading down from the high ceiling, which ends draping delicately over the headboard and then down to the...
Author's Note: All errors are strictly mine. * * * In marked contrast to the previous night's initiation and consummation into the clan, the following day was relatively uneventful. Hearing the news that they were about to be rescued and would soon return to civilization, Aiko and Gerald were of two minds. On the one hand, they were reluctant to see their...