Wednesday, the middle of the week and the weekend seems so far away. This Wednesday however is different; tonight I am going out to the karaoke bar I frequent on Saturdays. Actually I just need to see you. Knowing full well you host karaoke so you will be there. You're shocked to see me but you greet me with you famous hugs and a kiss to the forehead along...
She was little more than a whisper when she entered the room- his room, his space. Her physical presence was the manifestation of a recurring dream. Dreams, in fact. Shared dreams. Dreams so vivid they both lived them. They fueled each other's imagination, ignited each other's passions, set alight each other's fire. The first touch of her fingertip to his s...
I sit patiently, for hours at a time. Waiting, and watching for any sign to let me know she is there. The things I want to say to her, dancing in my head. Wanting to feel her words caress the depths of my mind. There she is, oh how I've missed her. Will she be timid today, or come on like the tigress of yesterday. Does she even realize how she affects me? W...
It's a little after 8 p.m. and I am dogged tired. I've been at work all day and I just want to take a shower and get a smooth drink in my system. I really want you to join me in the shower. As I take off my denim capris and pull my shirt over my head; it gives you the opportunity to get a hand full of my breasts. You pull one of my bra straps over my shoul...
Patrick pulled into the driveway of his home. He had arrived home two hours early today. The phone system at work had finally fizzled out. Workmen were in the process of tearing out the wiring and all personnel had been given the day off. Patrick was anxious about the extra time to spend with his wife Claire. Claire was a beauty to behold. Long, rich curls...
Note from author- This is a short entry, a prologue if you will for my proposed series with Yvonne Craig (RIP), as Batgirl from the iconic 60's tv show. If readers respond in good favour I plan to continue. ***** Barbara Gordon leaned over her tub and watched the water run, hot and steamy. She unhooked her lacy bra and her perky upturned breasts tipped wi...
Dear Aaron, Not exactly what you expected, huh? I hope that you’re not mad but I couldn’t send you the book that most changed my life. That book would be ‘Atlas Shrugged’ by Ayn Rand and it’s quite a read. The book about Malcolm X’s life was the second book that changed my life. Both books are very heavy, that’s why I sent you the fairy tales to help lighte...
My heart grows heavy and tired. As I kneel down against the moist, unforgiving pavement, I long for my own death, my own eternal solitude. I calmly remove the knife from her once vibrant chest and notice the blood flowing from the gaping sore towards the ground. It makes a perfect homogeneous mixture together with the acidic rain water that discolors these b...
Cassie Cassie had been working as a maid for Mr. and Mrs. Jantzen going on two months now. She knew both Mrs. and Mrs. Jantzen wanted to ravish her young, hot, sexy body by the nasty, naughty way they looked at her as they watched her bend over or get on all her fours to clean something. Cassie realized it was only a matter of time until the Jantzens would...
"Good morning my lovely slave, I noticed that you have been a bad girl, flirting at the club last night. Not only that, but you failed to tell me when you had the chance. Oh, and I would have let you do anything you liked, had you asked my permission. You gave yourself to me, knowing the rules I set. You need a lesson. You shall follow the rules, pay a pri...