Greater New York Jinro could see cranes dancing in the imperial garden at Kyoto. Their antics, wings flapping, necks dipping and gyrating, were graceful, choreographed by evolution over thousands of years. The vision was faded like an old photo or distant memory. He'd left Japan with to live with his American father when he was 9, and filled his head with t...
Day 1—The Plan I have been fat as long as I can remember. I have tried various diets with no lasting success. Being uncomfortable with my body was probably one of the many factors that drew me into being a submissive. Two years ago, I met the Domme of my dreams. My Mistress was about 5'10" but towered well over 6' tall in the heels she usually wore. Her hai...
Chapter 1 Have you ever fallen in love with a guy that you know is trouble, but that you cannot resist? I always thought I was too smart to do that, but as it turns out I was the biggest fool of all. Not that he was a bad person, not at all, he was totally loveable, but trouble followed him wherever he went, still does. Let me tell you how I met him. It w...
Chapter One At twenty nine years old Joe and Marcie Streeter were the average couple with aspirations and dreams that so many couples their age had. He was a research executive and Marcie was a staff person in marketing at Fielding and Croft. Joe had sandy hair that he wore a little on the long side and he had a winning smile that he didn't use enough. Marc...
Unwelcome Philip Johnson Prologue Good and bad things often come into our lives without warning, and that's how it was with Ben Whitehead. A simple impulsive notion to alter his homeward travels just so he could spend a short time dwelling on a place and time from his childhood. All so innocent and understandable. Something that many might consider doing,...
A BLUE CHRISTMAS In July ChloeTzang created an event "In a Sunburned Country" and invited writers to write a story based in Australia timed to coincide with the Melbourne Cup, which is about as important to Aussies as New Year's Eve is to Scots, St Patrick's Day ... etc etc. This is my rather irreverent but affectionate offering in my attempt at narrating...
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Author's Note: It is recommended to read the previous chapters of this story if you have not done so already to better understand the storyline and characters... This chapter sort of got 'out of hand' in that I never intended it to be so long; however, I did not want to break it up as it fits my own personal timeline/agenda to have the entire week be one ch...
A Somewhat Less Than Divine Comedy Driftwood: A Prelude to the Evening 'Let me to take you down -- 'Cause I'm going to strawberry fields' Lennon/McCartney Rogues Bay, Tortola, BVI Today There were a few low clouds scudding over the far horizon, yet all-in-all the day's weather was looking good -- better than good, really, especially for the time of...
Chapter 1: Saturday Morning, 8:54AM She felt something move by her foot. Tiff looked towards the end of the bed and spotted a person-sized bulge creeping towards her under the covers. She resisted giggling, her eyes darting up at her other lover lying in front of her. He wouldn't! Tiff felt a kiss along the instep of her left foot, then another one alo...