Dear Mary Grace Forgive me for not writing for so long. It's been a busy few months. As I write Suzi is bound in her white fur collar and cuff set, gagged and strapped to her little chair across the room from me. Big news! I'm retired. Yes. Out of the blue an offer came for the business and the buildings, so I'm no longer of the 'working class' as Mother...
He likes using lotion. Lotion. Locomotion. Jerking forward. Self-propulsion in a plush chair. Instead of chugging, lots of tugging. No diesel in his engine but billowing steam -- his breath hot against the air-conditioned frigidness of his corner office. He is at full throttle. A bit of right-handed velocity, and here comes the viscosity. Vertical. Volcanic....
In order to understand the people mentioned in this story, you should have read my two other Janis stories. It's not necessary to get enjoyment from the story, just to have background of the characters. * * * * * "Alright Dad, you've heard about Jayson and me, now I want to hear about you and that couple in San Diego. I think it's only fair." You're, righ...
The next day, I arrived about 5 minutes early again. I was wearing a light-green t-shirt and tight blue jeans. I walked in, took a seat in the same spot, pulled out my phone, and looked at social media. A few minutes later, Ms Sharon walked in. "Hello class." she said, after placing her bag down on the table in the front of the room. "Today, we will be c...
The premise for what follows is a family album and history. However, this is a family of dominant women. Alas, I have no ownership of the pictures I originally included in this work -- so you will have to use your imagination, aided by descriptions in brackets of the missing pictures. Perhaps there is a family like this out there, in this or some other reali...
Room 4, Rin's Travel Agency, Macalania The shower ended up lukewarm. It had to be; too much hot water was scalding to Auron, too much cold made Raine's teeth chatter. "I'll get out," Auron said and started to pull back the bleach-white shower curtain, propping a foot on the edge of the tub. The hair on his legs looked like inky streaks. She tugged his...
Going out the door of my apartment, a two bedroom place in The Waterstone, a complex of burgundy brick buildings with white shutters amidst rolling lawns, behemoth pine trees and meandering sidewalks of serpentine rock, I wore my jogging togs: blue cotton shorts, a University of Washington tee shirt and gray trainers. As I closed the green door behind me th...
The last time I measured my penis a few years ago. I was still growing. I was a teenager. It was 6 inches. I figured by the age of 21 I could squeeze another 1/4 inch, possibly 1/2... 6 1/2. But that was a stretch. Without girlfriend, without job, without life, I jerked-off all the time, mainly at night to pass the time. I slept during the day. At 2 in the...
It was the end of Summer 2004. I had lived in Boston for 10 years at this point, and had slowly become a Red Sox fan by osmosis. It was impossible not to. I guess I've always had an attraction to underdogs, and the Red Sox hadn't won a World Series since 1918, so we were a logical match. Many thought 2004 was going to be the Red Sox's year. My friends who h...
We had been friends through-out high school, and unlike her, I had to do a couple years at a local junior college before transferring in to USF. It was like old times to be together again, although there were things that I obviously didn't understand about what she had become -- we were still catching up. Her tale intrigued me, and I hate to admit it, but it...