Emily-Ann silently admonished herself, "Forgetting one plate, maybe, but an entire sink-full of dishes? That's not believable. I may as well have answered the door naked and begged him for it. He doesn't want that. I'm supposed to be subtle; make him wonder, make him spend the whole evening searching for a clue as we discuss our day like normal married peopl...
Dear Joe, My Master has given me permission to write you this letter for three reasons. The first is because you need to know that I am alive and well. The second is to tell you that you have to stop looking for me and trying to free me. The third is so that you can understand that I am happy in my new life and we will be together again someday. I guess I...
Readers: this letter is real. my feelings are real. . . i am ALWAYS eager for feedback. . . but there is ONE particular person i want to find this submission. . . . consider this an act of rebellion. . . . i had planned on merely emailing this to you, but decided this way would be a quite public way of pushing your (and my) limits . . . . to everyone else. ....
Smack! Ohh. Slap! Ohhh. Bruce continued to slap Barbara's warm pink ass with the leather paddle. He used it as if it were an extension of his own arm. He was obviously well practiced with it. The strikes would come in regular intervals, then the patterns would shift. First one side, then the other. A series of quick light slaps and then a hard whack...
Shanon lay on her Master's bed panting, a thin sheen of sweat covering her whole body. She wished he had tied her to something for the game, it would have made things easier. Almost an hour, maybe more, she couldn't tell and she didn't care. If James kept denying her she was going to... She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. "No, no, no." "I hope...
You woke up, your head spinning. Looking around you found yourself in a well lit but empty room. Suddenly a throne you did not notice before stood high and tall in front of you. Made of wood, it had elegant carvings resembling major events of past generations. You spot one that showed soldiers sitting in trenches armed with guns. In another, you recognized k...
It was all going so well that I should have known something was wrong. But I had done my due diligence and cased the joint for weeks. I knew where the cameras were, the patrol routes of the guards, and what kinds of locks were used on the doors. I got confident and I got caught, but not by the police. Jail time would have been so much easier. They let you ou...
(A story I wrote a couple months ago. Trying a different style just to see if it works. All are at least eighteen in this one.) * I have worked at the same restaurant for a number of years. Started as a busboy, it took me about twelve years to take over and run the place. I earned the respect of my crew the hard way, by working my ass off. So it isn't stra...
Ruby stuffed her arthritic hands deep into the folds of her warm Barbour jacket. Wind shivered through the bare tree limbs. With it came rain: icy horizontal rain that crept inside the snug shelter of her hood and pricked at her face. She gritted her dentures together and trudged on through the woods. Wet leaves, fallen on the ground, clung to her Wellington...
I drove my wife C to the airport. She was going to be away for a week at a conference in Paris for work. "Pull into the layby just ahead." I did as I was told and we came to a halt. Two cars were parked ahead of us, traffic flying by at speed on my side of the car. We sat in silence for what felt like a long time. C looked out of the window on her side of...