Guess who's back? Back again? I bring to you a little teaser that I wrote in one night. I thought it would be cool to post this since part two isn't done yet. Note: content may contain references to depression and suicide and REAL LIFE issues that do not commonly afflict the smut-scape. Now, without further dudes, I give you part 1.5 of Esther's tale. *...
So what is the difference between fantasy and reality? I recently did a scene with Louise, and found myself being talked into writing it up. And what I wrote was pure fantasy: --*===*-- "Please Master, may I be flogged?" She knelt on her cushion with her head bowed and her eyes lowered; demanding nothing, offering all. As normal, she wore no clothes, but...
Philosopher: Goodday class. Welcome to Philosophy 410; Introduction to Shyster. I'm your instructor, Dr. Shyster. Realist: He's teaching a class in his own philosophy? How innovative. I bet his book is required for the class. Philosopher: We will begin by passing out the syllabus. As you can see, we have seven books required for the class. "The Word that...
I was excited about going out with Lexi, more so than I had been about anything in the months since Danni left. The prospect of spending my birthday alone, without my sweetheart, was just too daunting. Being dragged out of my self-imposed exile for a night of drinking and dancing actually looked like an attractive alternative for a change. Perhaps it was jus...
NOTE: This is the start of a book that I wrote of our (mostly) true adventures in swinging. I hope you find at least some of our adventures humorous. Prologue: Before We Get Started, Please Buckle Up! So. This is the beginning. Of the book. About swinging. No not the jazz dancing kind of swinging. The other kind of swinging. You know. The kin...
It was 3:00 p.m., and the buzzing of Jesse's phone woke them. He apologized, and got up to check it. "Well, it looks like I'm going to Baton Rouge this week, after all. Team lead just emailed everyone. We start Tuesday at 1:00 p.m." Jesse was talking more to himself, but Diana was concerned. "Do we have to leave now?" "Not remotely. I'll catch a Tuesday m...
Jack mused to himself while sitting alone at his desk, passively flipping through the book. Each time he came to a new page, he admired the intricate designs on each page, though he could not discern their meaning. Nor could he read the strange language the book seemed to be printed in. He knew enough of foreign language to recognize that this book wasn't wr...
She was pleased to finally find a quiet place on the busy beach. Really, all Hazel wanted was a quiet place to read a new book. She didn't want to be bothered by pesky kids, or worse, by the dozens of testosterone-driven males hunting their sun-worshipping prey. Not that she was a sun-worshipper herself. At 31, she was fair, almost to the point of being pa...
A lot of things happened that didn't make sense. Random bouts of unseasonal weather, a hot girl going out with someone tiny and plain by comparison, and said hot girl possessing a blatant, unfeminine appendage. That bulge could not be anything else. Rachel gulped and diverted her gaze. No one else was looking at them yet, a few glanced, but they were too dis...
Chapter 2. --book-- Teagan cursed as she raced up the steps of her high school already late by 15 minutes. She was not ready for a Monday morning after spending all weekend online searching for different profiles on serial killers. She slid up to the office window and smiled at Miss. Deas the office aide, "Good morning Miss. Deas." "Late again Miss. Mose...