Basement Fun "C'mon, Charlie," Karen begged. "My mom's a great cook and I really think it's time for you to meet my mom and dad." "Geez, Karen, you're dad, too," he chortled. Karen lived with both her parents and an older sister. Charlie had been to her home a couple of times in the past, but never as an invited guest to dinner. He was feeling a little ov...
I punched in for my shift feeling a little seedy and worse for wear. For one thing, I could have used a shower. I washed up a bit in Eleanor Kaminski's bathroom, but it wasn't enough to completely purge the funk of our exertions on her floor. I kept catching stray whiffs of Mrs. Kaminski's talcum-powder-suntan-lotion-herbal-shampoo-spray-deodorant-cigarette-...
"Saxon slaves! Yellow-haired Saxon slaves!" Donaire turned at the slaver's shout on the back of his horse, with the sound of well-worn leather creaking. The heavy iron helmet he wore shortened his view to the side. Yet, he did glimpse the thin silhouettes of ragged blond-haired slaves atop a thick wooden block. Four . . . nay, five and the last two were wom...
"C'mon baby, c'mon, uh yeah you can make it, please,' she sighed in frustration; a mist of sweat making her skin glow, "please baby, you can do it." She was almost there and then her baby gave up coughed, sputtered and died. "No! No! NO!" She beat the steering wheel; with her good hand, trying to calm her ragged breath but not able to keep the tears of f...
This started as just a side story in between brainstorming sessions for another project that turned into something more the more I thought about it. Just a fun exercise with familiar character... anyway I hope you like it. In this story I have taken the CR/CF characters and storyline and asked myself, 'What if Katy had never met Mel?' This version picks up...
She wished Phillip paid a little more attention. After all, they had been married long enough for him to remember a simple thing like her birthday. None of her staff had remembered either, although if she were honest that was mostly by design. She had carefully cultured a professional distance in her role as manageress. Friendly, with an open door but very p...
Otis walked and Ariel's house and just stared. It was all he could do. There was so many beautiful things in the house that he could almost believe he was in a museum. He heard her talking, and followed the sound of her voice to what he thought was a kitchen, but may have been a small restaurant instead. About the time where he could get close enough to hear...
I was recently on a golf trip with 3 friends, in addition to some great golf during the day, we always enjoyed a few nights out, and possibly some harmless dancing and flirting with some girls if we were lucky. All 4 of us were married, had been out of the game for a while, not what you would exactly call ladies men. Not to say we were not attractive, as w...
This chapter was edited to correct a date discrepancy/error that was driving me crazy -- no more, no less. Everything else in the story is exactly the same. Cheers again to Techsan and the wonderful editing job on this piece. I seem to be making the same editing mistakes over and over again. Hopefully, Techsan will train all of this out of me. Also, thank a...
The phone rings and I sleepily reach over to answer it. Who would be calling me at this hour? I looked at the clock. It read Five AM. I pick up the receiver and answer with a half asleep tone in my voice. "Hello?" "Slave I want you prepared for my return. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes Master." I reply. Now fully awake. "Good." He says and hangs up. I...