Toni closed her eyes as she reclined into the soft backed chair. She let the rocking of the train lull her into a dreamy half sleep. She was tired, a little hung over, but feeling very good about the world. As a Brit abroad in the States, she was supposed to party; and party hard. Toni had certainly done that last night! As she dozed, she recalled the even...
It wasn't about the money, though that's a big factor in why I reverted to a life of crime after being out of jail for less than a year. The money was a side issue, a bonus. It was more respect than money, and it was more about power than respect, but most of all it was about fear, or to be accurate inspiring that fear in others. Fear of what I was capable o...
"Don't you think this is a bit risky?" "What do you mean?' "Ahh, hello! You just meet the guy last week! And now you are telling me that you are going to go into the mountains of hinterland with him?" "It's right outside the city, relax." "It's right outside the city, relax. That's probably what that model told her friend before she got murdered, too!" C...
Chapter 4: Mrs. P Walter, our van driver and general handyman looked puzzled when I said I would ride along to the flower wholesaler. Priscilla had not arrived so I left her a note to explain that we would be back soon. I told Walter that I had not had time to prepare a list of what we needed. I had not slept well and had trouble concentrating. "You don...
Hello, this is the first in a series I hope to keep working on. This story has inspired me to write a prequel about how these two met, why she doesn't look at him, why she obeys, etc. I have little time to actually write but hopefully I'll get there. I was not sure what category this should be under but the "public" aspect is so strong I placed it under Exh...
Note: The story involves adultery. If you find that offensive please skip. I recommend reading Parts 1 and 2 first. Thanks to Leonardo for his friendship. Feedback welcome. * My body was humming on the drive up to Flatwoods on Wednesday. My movements that morning had been heavy, clumsy. I smashed my head against an open cabinet door. I knocked my water bot...
At ten o'clock Saturday morning, my door bell rang, and I found a freshly scrubbed, ebullient Mei-Lien waiting to be let in. As soon as she was inside, she stepped in front of the hall mirror and, with an exultant smile on her face, unbuttoned her coat to reveal that, aside from the socks and sneakers on her feet, the only garment she wore was a leotard. Fur...
This is a Halloween contest story. Too many readers don't vote. Please vote. I need the support of your vote. A man falls in love with a supermodel looking woman, that is, until he meets her mother at Halloween. * A year and a half after Jayne and I first started corresponding and a year after we first met last October on Halloween, having lived together...
I want to write this down before I forget it -- because I want to refer back to it often. I want to remember this period in my life for a very long time -- maybe forever. I'd about given up hope because I'm in my early thirty's -- hell! I'm thirty four. I've met a bunch of guys, and slept with some. But, I want one of my own. It's not easy -- I'm not easy!...
"I quit!" Exclaimed Mr. Wimple as he tottered down the front steps of the Bradshaw's fashionable London townhouse. "Please Mr. Wimple, we'll double your fee." Mr. Bradshaw called out to the man's back. He spun on his heels, pushing his spectacles further up his stubby nose. "I wouldn't venture to teach that young 'lady' for all the tea in China!" Mrs. B...