A writer living next door to two gorgeous women discovers a window into their lives and after six months of watching them finally gets to participate. I found channel 69 by accident. I was apartment sitting for my old friend George who owned a large security and surveillance company. George's apartment was in a fashionable quarter of the city. I was visiti...
"Really, Mother. That's really inappropriate. I probably shouldn't even have told you I'm pulling my hair out from boredom. I haven't been out of the house in days; Steve hasn't e-mailed this week, which is so unlike him. And these medical transcriptions are about to send me up the wall. But if I thought you had an answer to that—" "Just because Steve can't...
The common room was nearly empty as Reno lazed across the marble floors. Most of the employees were up, showered and had already eaten breakfast, including Rude who sat on one of the sofas, absorbed in a magazine. Reno had taken his time and allowed Rude to get out of bed before he did, shower before he did, and eat breakfast without him. If he wasn't allowe...
It has been over two years now since we have done anything "weird." I use this word, "weird," the way Jen uses it. She has a way with words, but the way she describes it, "weird," seems not so accurate to me now. At that time, at that moment, she did not think it "weird," but instead the most erotic and liberating and honest event of her life. At that moment...
Carmen always had sad eyes, but they had always been sad in a sort of loving way, like a child's eyes when a beloved pet has passed on. Sad, yes, but always with the basic understanding that everything was fine, that events had happened because they were supposed to. Now, however, they were just sad. They stared blankly out upon the world without really se...
Glenn Mercer opened his garage door entering into the Kitchen area of his home. Carrying a package he rests it on the counter. While unthreading his tie and releasing his strangling collar he shut the door moving into the rest of the house. He heard soft music playing from his living room stereo. Puckering at her choice of Bach made him realize she had taste...
[***Note to Readers: This is the second installment of a two part story. I would recommend reading "Bitch for a Day - Part 1." If you don't read Part 1, then all you need to know is that the husband character in this story lost a bet with his wife and thus agreed to be her "Bitch" for a day. In Part 1, she assumed a dominant role and made him eat her creampi...
This is my second "Kiersten" story. There will be more, until her story is told. This is an older Kiersten: think late 30s, and it was originally written as a story for the "Imma Bad Bitch" group of stories by women writers. That isn't going to happen. Some may post stories, individually. My apologies for building anticipation. I am grateful to my team. Har...
My life was in the doldrums ever since I kicked out my boyfriend on his return home from France. The last straw was something trivial, the straw that broke the camels back. He brought me a set of old-style french knickers from some market. "What the fuck do you think I am?" I screamed as I threw them back at him, "But Amber, they're very stylish and retro!...
Amy and I were birthday twins. We'd been sharing a cake and a venue since we were born. Our moms threw their baby showers together. Matching outfits. Matching hobbies. Halloween costumes always coordinated. Our parties always at the same venue. This worked out well for me. Amy was well off and I was, well, not. I was almost doomed to a life of off brand,...