Proof It's my wedding day and I'm sitting in the bathroom naked and bleeding. I was just forced to humiliate myself. My parents and new in -- laws watched as my "husband" forcefully deflowered me. The verification that I was actually a virgin needed observers. Here I'm in the "bridal suite" blood dripping down my legs. My husband, Jon, just rammed his huge...
You take me to a small out-of-the-way restaurant where we eat fish and chips and talk about our lives. After eating, you suggest we decide what we want to do next over drinks at the bar. We head to the lounge order two strawberry daiquiris and sip them as we decide our fate. We unanimously agree to a club and dancing. We have another drink and off to the clu...
The small cove was nearly deserted as I carefully made my way down the steep, winding track. The sun had baked the cliffs and turned the mud into dust. As I got to the beach I kicked off my clothes, damp and sticky from the long climb down, and ran into the sea. The water was cool, good and clean as I swam half a dozen strokes underwater then flipped onto my...
I love summer and at times I struggle with balancing out parties, barbeques, weddings and reunions with down time, and due to my busy schedule and a few other things it seems that my sex life has lagged. While I've had my eye on a woman that has caught my attention (another story for another time), there is a man that can almost immediately cure my need for...
Lillian was sorting through her nozzles, discarding the ones that had become too nicked or corroded for further use, when Gail brought in the new asset. He was short, slight, and pale of face. He tottered and stumbled with each tug Gail gave to his leash. Some of his pallor might well have been from fear, for there were distinct lines of fright around his ga...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being a Peeping Tom in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. I had decided not to get the pol...
"It's been two days and I've had no word from him. I don't know what I am supposed to do. Shouldn't I have heard from him by now? Shouldn't I be getting him an advocate?" The two officers behind the desk looked me over. One, a chubby man, blond with brown, unintelligent eyes, grinned at me. It was a big, goofy grin. The other man's uniform looked crisp and...
I walked into my friend Kiki's house and watched all the familiar faces in funny and unusual costumes wander around drinks in hand. She had decorated the house with spider webs, goblins, and skeletons. My friend, Chuck, walked up to me smiling and handed me a cup of red liquor. He whistled and said, "Damn, Lauren, you look hot." I giggled, "I was going for...
Jamie sat down in the airline seat - back row, middle chair, and cheapest option available - with a huge smile on her face. In 12 hours she'd be touching down in Jamaica for her two-week long honeymoon. She could care less how she got there as long as Nathan was by her side. Jamie looked up at her hubby, struggling to get their luggage in the overhead bins,...
readyforprimetime This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story originally appeared as Melissa's Legacy, and was written around V...