It had been four days since that unforgettable evening with Anu. James my chauffeur walked into my living room with a cheek to cheek smile. It was evident from his smile that he had probably discovered something that he was desperate to tell me this morning. He at last came to the arm-chair where I sat with my morning rites of newspaper and coffee. Bending...
There was a knock on the door. Three succinct raps in quick succession. Jess opened her eyes. Had she slept at last? She looked at the clock, but its face was black. Lurid tendrils had scarred her –a nightmare had dirtied her mind, her very bed, it seemed. So she had slept. The vision would not return to her; but its mark on her burned, pressing animal panic...
My wife and I got a nice room in a local hotel...not a cheapo motel, but a top quality boutique type. After a night of wining and dining, we return to the room, and there I set up a scenario we've played out many times before, just the two of us. She is unaware that I have changes in mind. My wife is tied to the bed, blindfolded. I have put headphones on he...
Redeemed The rapping at the door seemed more like a dream than reality when Philip first heard it, and for a moment he was convinced it was someone knocking on the cabin door of the yacht that he was sailing across the Mediterranean, but as reality settled in and he swatted in the direction of a buzzing mosquito in the darkness, he realized there was no ya...
On the eve of September 29th, 1938, British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain entered his hotel room exhausted. He had just returned from a secret, day-long deliberation in Munich, where he and a group of powerful world leaders had drafted "The Munich Agreement," a settlement which promised to return the Sudetenland to Germany — and hopefully avoid war in t...
My boo is Haitian, and he's totally more chill and relaxed than the Somali and Arab guys I previously dated. He doesn't boss me around, criticize the way I dress or hassle me over tradition and other such nonsense. Even though we're from different cultures and faiths, or perhaps because of that, my Raymond and I get along wonderfully. My name is Zarah Hussei...
I was holding my breath when I opened my front door. Those two raps were her first command of the night. "Eyes down," She said the moment I pulled the door open. I only saw a flash of a grin before I let my chin drop. She strolled in, walking into my apartment slowly, carefully. With my eyes glued to my shoes, I could only listen to Her. I listened to the...
Chapter 2: Reunion The clustered voices of people walking by greeted Sarah as she moved through the movie theater with her two girls friends. “You want to get popcorn?” Nina asked. “No, we’re already late” Sarah replied. After putting in an 8hr shift on work at precinct, the last thing Sarah had wanted was to go see some stupid movie with her friends bu...
Part I My hand stills on the door, palm resting lightly into the smooth grain of the wood beneath. Already my mouth has gone dry and I can feel my pulse beat a tattoo in my neck. A simple push of that door will find me in your territory, under the spell of those unsettling dark eyes, knowing you will unwrap me layer by layer until there is nothing left. You...
It would come as no surprise to anyone who knew me once upon I time, that I am a slut... Probably a whore, although I suppose whores take money, I always gave it away for free, which maybe makes me more of one because I don't charge? But I digress, I am not here to debate the merits of whether I am one or the other (or both!). But I changed. I grew up, got...