Tears streamed down my face as I swiped my hotel room key and entered what would be my place for the weekend. It wasn't the emotion, or reaction, I was expecting to have at the end of what seemed like the longest period of my life. You see, just earlier this week I received the news that I had long awaited—my divorce was finally final. Until that point, I...
I finally finished the invitation to the opening. This could be our biggest show ever. What's the topic? What's making it so big? A big show for a little museum. Don't laugh. Shoes. Shoes? Well, they're compact enough that you can get a lot of them in there. I'm not laughing. Look how well the Costume Institute at the Metropolitan Museum does. It'll have...
I hold a position of some influence at a museum in the city. For reasons that will become clear, I'm not going to say which one, but you've probably heard of it. Sometimes, the museum will play host to a charity event or fancy gala. These events draw a pretty high-class crowd - the wealthy, the powerful, celebrities. The other night, a major fundraising even...
Authors Note: Thank you once again to everyone who leaves comments and feedback on my writing, it is much appreciated. Thank you very much to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes, he is a great friend to help me out so much. I hope you enjoy it. ~ellie ***** The Fool Ch. 11 Flying from her fate. With just over a month before the exhibition open...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. *** So few people pay close attention to the world around them. To the scent of the roses, the movement of the clouds, the way a camera light isn't lit, the way a shadow is deeper than it should be... But I'm paying close attention tonight from deep in the shadows. When you walk...
The Powder Mills was a breathtaking country house hotel and was originally used as a site to make gunpowder during the Napoleonic Wars. Ella had chosen this hotel particularly for its historical significance and natural surroundings. She had been feeling particularly melancholic these days and wanted a place that would cheer her up. Ella had also carefully c...
The next morning James was woken by the sound of the first visitors to the gaol's museum. He'd slept surprisingly well in the locked box, but the atmosphere inside was now increasingly hot and stuffy. With Belinda closing the four inch square access hole, the only air he had was via a tiny heavy grille at the back of the box; designed to keep the prisoner al...
My name is Louis. I'm White and I love my Vietnamese wife so much, but Lilly calls me "Daisy Lou, a Dick-sucker" nowadays, and she's 8 months pregnant from a Nigger-man named Jerome. She keeps me in her panties; it makes me feel good, feminine and servile. Since she doesn't wear panties anymore, now that she's a Nigger-loving wife, she told me I should wear...
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Grand opening. The Museum of Modern Art has once again proven its sure instinct for what will bring the hordes of the City's fine people. The Human in Erotic Art – A Sensual Travel Through Centuries. Or, one might figure, the shrewd museum management has realized that also the posh crowd yearns for good ol' porn. Regardless of which, even this exclusive, inv...