"Stop. Apologizing." She could barely get the words out, with her lungs working at full capacity, breathing so heavily that she thought her heart might explode. She can feel his tongue flickering, as he whispers, "I'm so sorry," again and again against her thighs. It's the most delicate tickle in the entire world, and she's drawn back to how this all began....
It was just one of those days. You know the kind. You go about your daily business and everything seems tedious and humdrum. It’s only Tuesday, and you’re already pining for the weekend – no work, no worries, some time to kick back. Everybody has days like it, some people more than others, some people less. But this particular day, as it was to turn out, wo...
"Don't tell Carmallita," Mr. Sanchez said with his back to the stable door. His stocky frame shielded the sight of Paco, the lead ranch hand. "Yes, sir," Paco answered then turned to walk away. "Don't tell Carmallita what?" Carmallita had walked up behind them as the two men were talking. She had overheard and her hand was on her hip with a sassy tone to...
They had always been in love with each other, ever since Phoebe was in seventh grade and he was in tenth. Of course, they would never say anything about it at that time; it was unacceptable for a tenth grader to date a girl in junior high school. But they both knew, and felt an odd kinship as they sometimes conversed in the hallways, because they were very m...
What is my deal? What is going on? I talk to hundreds of employees every day without issue. Why is it that when I see you, I get nervous? I can feel myself fidgeting, but I can't seem to stop it. Come on girl, you've got this, he's just another employee, I think to myself. You walk into my office to say hi like usual. We have a bit of idle chit chat while I...
Erik woke up in his own bed, in his apartment. He could see sunlight through his grey curtains. Tossing to one side he tried to go back to sleep but he slowly started remembering the night, and gave up. When he sat up, cold pain ran down his head, like ice water being poured through his spine. Hangover? He barely drank, didn't he? He recalled the night and...
It's cliche, but I never understood the undefinable and unreachable idea that is love. Some say that it's a chemical reaction in the brain and that it isn't real. If that's true, then is our sadness not real? Is our happiness not real? Who knows? What I do know is the chemical reaction in my brain says I want to touch her skin and feel her shudder under...
She has had the morning and early afternoon to herself, despite hearing her Master moving around his office upstairs. She is weary of her work on her computer and she heads for the kitchenette. As she stretched and reached for a cup of coffee she heard him enter the cellar. She smiled in anticipation and went back into her room. He entered, took the mug of...
Setting herself before her desk at work, she quickly nibbled at a salad and randomly decided to check her email. In truth, the decision was not so random as she had hoped to hear from him, but she knew he was generally only available in the evenings and she had no real hope of finding a message there waiting from him. Her eyes widened as she looked to her in...
Who would believe I am here now? Well, to be honest "here" is not a good description of where I am. I am in that dream space between "here" and "there". It is a wonderful place where everything is possible, but let me try and explain this better. Physically I am tied to an "A" frame at a Ds party...my first!! For those that do not know what an "A" frame is...