Allie giggled, "Come on, Evan, we're going to be late!" She took his hand and ran down the dock. "How can we be late if I'm driving?" She just smiled in response. "Help me get this up there," she said, handing him her small suitcase. He was still confused how she could pack so little on a 3-day boat trip. He smiled and tossed it aboard. He stepped up onto th...
After quite awhile working together, Chris and I had gradually begun separating. Not in the sense of marriage, but in the jobs we took. Chris had a better head for business than I did and he started to stay behind to handle more and more of the financial decisions. It was his company after all, which meant I was going out on more of the actual jobs than he d...
Music does things to me. It's a part of me. It's a constant. When I fell off the jungle-gym there was music coming from the room next to the sick-bay at school. It was bad, but it was music nevertheless. The first time I got drunk - there was music. Actually there was Madonna - Like a Virgin - how appropriate. The first time I had sex, and then the first tim...
Have you ever been struck by love? I mean the sudden gut-wrenching, heart-pounding, dry-mouth and sweaty palms kind of love. I was forty-two years old and I had never felt that kind of love. I was even married once for ten years. We were good friends before the marriage and remained good friends afterwards, but we discovered just being friends was not enou...
This is the 20th story in the series about how Karen has developed as a domme. Please see the stories listed under my name to find the earlier ones; this story stands on its own as well. Everyone in these stories is well over 18. There are references to bodily functions and some sex acts that might offend some, and some spanking and caning, so if any of that...
She was having lunch with Marci on Monday and they were talking shop when Marci asked: "Isn't your boy supposed to be here today?" "My boy?" "You know what I mean. Isn't Harvey supposed to be here?" "Some time this afternoon is what I was told." "So it is doubtful that we will be able to have a girl's night out?" "I don't know. I don't have any idea wh...
Chapter One How well did I ever really know Crystal Passion? I ask that because everyone says that no one knew her better than me. And that's just not true. It's obvious why so many people believe I know more about her than the dozen or so others who were with her on that last fateful tour. I'm the one who renowned American rock critic Polly Tarante...
Sunday afternoon I drive to LAX, park my Porsche, and catch my flight to Miami. My seat-mate this time is a businessman who runs an auto parts chain, so I'm compelled to talk a bit about plastics. Finally, he excuses himself to use the restroom and I arrange to have my head buried in a magazine when he returns, cutting off any further conversation. The flig...
We were at Mary and Huw's for a dinner party ... eight of us. Huw is a writer of modest achievement - so far as he always reminds us - who supplements his income lecturing at the local university. Mary, a striking woman in her early 40's, is a doctor. Huw jokes that all the great writers -- Dickens, Wilde - did their apprenticeships via the backing of wealth...
The next day brought even more snow. Eleta and Rafe were content to stay indoors, and they ventured downstairs around noon in search of food. While Eleta prepared them a cold collation of bread, meat, cheese, fruit and wine. Rafe explored the main floor of the lodge. He was already familiar with the large front parlor and the kitchen, but there were several...