(This was a message to a pen-pal from many years ago, after she had suddenly moved to the coast.) *** Drifting off, eyelids heavy. Sleep approaches. Shoulders and hips sinking deep into the mattress. Wind picks up outside. I hear TV weatherman saying it's going to be breezy tomorrow in Wilmington. Mini-blinds over bedroom window rattle. I'm sailing away......
Disclaimer: I do not own Supergirl or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Kara sighed with contentment and then snuggled deeper into her pillow. Then after a moment of frowning in confusion she worked out exactly what her pillow was and blushed. She should have immediately lifted her head up, but for better...
You sit in the straight-backed, sturdy, hardwood chair wearing, as directed, a white blouse, knee length skirt, pretty, but not sexy underwear and heels, and, somewhat out of the ordinary, a garter belt and stockings. Your back is as straight as that of the chair, your hands are folded in your lap, your ankles crossed demurely, and you look absolutely straig...
She can’t move. Not in any appreciable way; twitch, strain, tug, yes, but the restraints hold well and she is spread-eagled on the bed, unable to free herself. He is in the other room, watching TV. Knowing that making her wait heightens the experience. For her, not knowing when he will return, what he will do when he does, keeps her alive, keeps her sens...
Neon signs in the middle of day. Now the glass-tube truth. A bunch of wires. Tired tape. Common, urban dirt. One of the signs went "XXX!!!". Another one, "Toys Here for Sale!" The building was a simple plywood box. Some architect's version to the plain paper bag. In a car parked across the street, a woman turned to a man and asked, 'That's it?' 'That is t...
Simone ordered first. "I'll try the lasagna." And ran her left hand through her beautiful hair. Her long and brown and beautiful hair. "With salad. With French. And a little more coffee." She folded her menu. She gave it to the waiter. The waiter pivoted. "And what would you like sir." Brian answered that he would like to have what the woman ordered. "Sim...
Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story takes place after Season 1. ***** Liv Moore went rigid, her pupils dilated and her vision was suddenly taken over. It was never pleasant receiving one of her 'visions'. Well, there were one or two which had ended pleasantly, especially on her latest brain,...
I pull the heavy door shut behind me, the air seal hissing with an echo in the dim lit room. I turn and pause a moment to take in my surroundings. A smooth stone floor surrounds a pool, several feet across and four feet deep. Steam rises and a dim underwater glow sways with the gentle motion. I take a moment to breathe deeply, the steam is invigorating and I...
The hot spray beats down my back, turning the skin red with the near scalding temperature. I lean my head back, lifting my arms to rinse the white lather from my thick hair, the soap bubbles sliding over my skin, pooling in a river between my breasts. Closing my eyes I sigh, utterly relaxed in the steamy atmosphere, the glass enclosing me, fogged over with t...
Die Ankunft der Brigantine Sacrum Maya VI Es ist der 28. Mai 1830 als Edward-Maximilian Williams wie jeden Tag zur Arbeit ging. Er ist 23. Jahre alt und am 31.12.1806 geboren in London. Edward-Maximilian ist 1,81 m groß, zu dem hat er blonde Haare, einen Schnauzbart, grau grüne Augen, ein muskulösen Körper und sein Kantiges Gesicht hat meist ein Lächeln auf...