"Where is your home?" Deanyr asked Rega. He put down the half-eaten morsel of bread and looked into the bowl of soup that was his dinner. "I don't have one," he said. "Oh? Why is that?" "Parents long dead, my lady. I lived on the streets of Cerathia before I, uh, came here." "You're a rather long way from the city." "I got into some trouble," he said,...
My boss received a call from someone who had an electrical problem and wanted someone to come out and fix it immediately or even sooner. I was in the area so I was the bunny nominated to go and find out what the problem was. I fronted up to the house and the door was answered by a very pretty young lady who introduced herself as Erica. I'd guess she was in...
"Good morning," Veronica paused, "Hello? You alive?" Tom smiled at her. His face still wore a slightly sleepy look. His brown-blond hair, damp from the shower, had fresh tracks from a comb through it. His blue shirt, long-sleeved and buttoned down—was only partially buttoned up and his face, while clean-shave, still somehow looked like he had a bit of a sha...
"Trick or Treat!!" Dozens of times I've answered that call of the doorbell, to be met a vast array of little monsters, ballerinas, and soldiers. I really get a kick out of Halloween, all the excited little faces, and the chance to be a kid again, dressing up to fit the occasion. I have a hidden motive , though, I have to admit. I like dressing in a costum...
Note: I haven't worked out how to respond to all the lovely notes so many of you have sent, but I read them all and am so very grateful for your kind words. I'm so glad so many of you are enjoying my story. Thank you! ***** [continued] Elsie's dreams were a mess of fear and hope and painful desire. In nightmares, Chase pursued her across the village beach...
The Gift That Keeps On Giving Chapter 2 The Invitation It was late morning on Sunday. I was sitting on my sofa, watching the pregame show for the football game, while Cassie read her magazine with her legs draped across my lap. The front door opened. Sandy whisked in, dropped her shopping on the kitchen table and announced, "Tracey stopped me in the driv...
My name is Anna Maria. I'm a stripper. My stage name is Bosco. The name came from the fact that I have smooth chocolate skin. I'm like the old chocolate syrup drink from New Jersey in the 1960s. My mom was Italian, my dad black. I recently turned thirty. I'm past was I would call "peak stripper." I have been working lately at a strip club in the Chicago area...
(This is a continuation of Exploring New Things Pt. 02. It contains sensory deprivation and light bondage.) ***** We decide to meet up this afternoon for a little fun and games. We're meeting at your friends' playroom again. I'm never sure which side of you I'll get. Your first words or actions set the stage for the scene. The anticipation is part of the f...
Her We had the kind of passion that could go both ways. It could be tender and caring, or it could be volatile and dark. One minute we would be all lovey-dovey, holding hands, going out on dates, sharing a straw, taking selfies, and the next we would be arguing, calling each other names, or just giving each other the silent treatment. It's been four years...
My charter flight landed after a 4 ½ hour flight, just as the sun set on a beautiful tropical island night. The plane slowly rolled up to the terminal and came to a stop. A few minutes later the engines shut down, air steps were put into place. Once the doors swung open on our 737 the warm tropical air rushed in filling the cabin. It was very much appreciate...