As we talked about, you got the hotel room ready for my arrival. After a 12 hour drive, all I want to do is pass out as I spill into the room, the suitcase, laptop camera and camcorder in tow. Most if it winds up on the floor next to the door as I collapse on the bed. It's hard as nails, but having sat in a car for the past 1000 miles, it's pretty comfy. I...
Almost always for these sessions there is music, food and drink. Tonight it begins with a Rachmaninoff piano concerto, and Champagne and soft strawberries, about two days past ripe. Squishy. We set up by the fireplace, on a beanbag built for two. The strawberries are in a bowl, bathing in Champagne. Champagne flutes sit next to us, each with one strawberry....
"Ah, the glamorous life of an exile," Najma Al-Duwaish Obaid thought to herself as she surveyed her neighborhood. Located in the heart of Vanier, Ontario, the two-story red brick building overlooked the nearby park that occupied much of Donald Street and bordered McArthur Avenue as well. Although the place was alright, all things considered, it was a far cry...
It was lashing with rain outside. Sanjana, Karan, Vikas and Ajay were sitting in the room watching the closing scenes of a movie on the DVD. It was some Hollywood crime thriller. Vikas had returned to India after spending 6 long years in America on his pet research project. Lot had changed back home. He was meeting his long lost friends Karan and Ajay afte...
We'd had some risqué good time with our friends Joe and Mary before but nothing serious. They knew we were "adventurous" sexually and that we found them attractive, but we knew they were both pretty conservative and were happy to keep our relationship at the "good friends and innocent flirtations" stage. They're still not swinging sex fiends and I'm sure I'l...
When she came to me - only five years ago now, though it seems like more - her name was plain old Alice Derby. And though she wasn't old, she was plain. Small, pale lips, a slightly too-large nose, a flat chest and a non-existent ass. She wanted to be a star. She couldn't sing, couldn't act, couldn't write or paint or dance, but she wanted to be in the newsp...
As usual, Stacie smiled while getting dressed for her Saturday night date. She always felt a little excited when she knew she would be spending the evening with Nick but there was something unusually strong about her joy this time, something deep and moving. Could she have possibly known what was about to happen that night? Maybe even expected it? Stacie gl...
I never really thought I'd actually find the kind of relationship I wanted, the kind I felt I needed. Sometimes though, just when you're ready to give up, everything works out. That's the way I feel right now. I just completed my first weekend as a slave to the perfect Woman. I've been searching for the right fit on the internet for a while now. I liked bein...
"So what's she like?" I asked Steve, my best friend and one of my companions for the evening. "Jesus, Brock," he replied, "You'll find out any minute now. She's on her way here. I told her to meet us at your place. I didn't think you'd mind." I didn't at all. Steve and I had plans to go out tonight, to unwind after a long week. Graphic Design was work we b...
The room was dark, the air was cold, the walls were silent. In the back of my head grew the memory of my friend Jade who had told me to come here. I didn't want to, but in some way she had slowly changed my mind, and I could still remember how anxious I was to come here. The trees had been so green, and the air only seemed breathable in the direction of this...