It was only at 5pm the next day that Sandy began to panic. She was quite impressed with her own self control! Unfortunately, that didn't help her much now, so many questions. What if he came, what if he didn't? What time would he get there, where would they go, what should she wear? Logically, she reasoned, dinner wouldn't be until at least 7pm right? Mayb...
Review - Personal Effects: Dark Art by J.C. Hutchins and Jordan Weisman It was only a few days after seeing Paranormal Activity that I was wandering through my local bookstore and stumbled across this jewel in the sci-fi/fantasy section. Still riding the creepy wave of the movie, I picked up this book because it has a unique hook and after starting in on th...
***This story contains scenes of horror violence... reader discretion is advised... *** Tokyo was the front page news that no one knew anything about, after a catastrophic blast inside the city and the initial reports of a contagion, the country became an information dead zone. With my lucky stars though I negotiated my way into being the only reporter to...
The first Friday every month we went out to a local nightclub. Often they had a DJ or live band, tonight for a change the cabaret was a hypnotist. My wife Sue and I were quite merry having had perhaps one to many drinks. Sitting at the bar we started to heckle the hypnotist as he started his act. In our inebriated state we were trying to outdo each other in...
Caroline surprised me with a warm hug when she returned from Mrs. Crawford's 'tea-party'. "The ladies thought you were such a good sport, Peter. And those curtseys! Wow, I could get used to that!" she laughed, "Here, Mrs. Crawford sent you a small keepsake." Caroline handed me the apron I had worn to the 'event'. "I was thinking that it would be so sexy if...
Master had become much stricter these days; I was to kneel on the floor from the time when he estimated his arrival. Though sometimes he overran by as much as thirty minutes. Last time he arrived I was on the phone and this hadn't pleased him, so the rule now was to be kneeling and ready from whenever he dictated. So there I was, kneeling, my head touching...
A woman in a kimono with a painted white face stepped out of Zerzinski's place just as I arrived. She smiled briefly in greeting, and opened a parasol above her head, before descending the stairs. Zerzinski seemed happy. I don't know why that even seemed notable, but he smiled without any provocation as I entered the house. Soon enough we were sitting ac...
When I got married, I had spent four years with my partner, but we had not once had a truly honest conversation about our sexual fantasies. We’d try, but then get embarassed or would tell only part of what we were thinking out of fear of judgement. To be honest, I’m not even sure we knew enough about our own fantasies to express them to each other, much le...
I've had always had something of an exhibitionistic streak. Not the blatant sort exhibitionism, whereas one typically enacts something of a porn scene for various audiences and usually afterwards engages in various additional sexual activities with said audiences, or even the sort that often compelled one to perform strip teases and such. For lack of a bette...
They met at a house party. She was 18, he was 20. She introduced herself as Laura, he shook her hand gently and said his name was Paul. He was dark and handsome, with an air of intelligence and mystery. She was young, naïve and fun loving. He was there with a friend, she was there with a lover. It wasn't meant to be. They chatted and got on. It was clear th...