Monday morning, British Politics: People and Power, two hours worth of lectures all before 11am. Really, could my day get any worse? The shrill bleeping off the alarm clock still ringing in my head, 7:45, and definitely time to get up, i still had too much to do before my first class. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, eyelids still heavy and tired from stayin...
Alison and Rick had been dating for three months but had remained abstinent. Last week, the subject of sex came up again and after a long conversation, they both felt comfortable with each other to start down that path. Neither wanted to rush into a physical relationship without getting to know each other first. Sex on the first date never appealed to either...
I'm not particularly smart, or careful. I just assume everyone is an asshole, pointlessly mean, stupid, or trying to put one over on me. Hence few events surprise me. I've found that this set of assumptions is a tremendous advantage in dealing with people. I walked into Ellen's cubicle to tell her that Herb wanted to see her. She was at her computer typing....
"Holy shit," Kara yelled. "Are you reading this?" Jo looked at the poster that was the object of Kara's attention. "Yeah. That sounds awesome!" The girls, walking home from a day of college classes, had been distracted by the small poster for an adult themed haunted house that was being run by one of the college fraternities as a fund-raiser for a local ch...
A Good Girl at the Gym. It's very quiet in the gym. There's no music; no sound of weights being dropped: the treadmills are still. There were no cars in the parking lot when I arrived; there's no one here at all. There's enough ambient light to make my way to the locker room. I switch on the light there so I can take pictures for you. Something new today; a...
Carl was a rather successful entrepreneur and philanthropist. One year he decided he would operate a camp for special needs children to relieve their parents for a few weeks over the year. Outsiders chided Carl for using public budgetary funds to help sustain his own philanthropic ventures, though numerous others shrugged off the use of funds for private gai...
Author Note: Hey everyone, hope you enjoyed my last work ("Juice for Juice"). This is set in the same universe, and deals with philosophy, the reality TV show Terrace House, and climate anxiety. I like to think I'm improving my craft, so any ratings and comments—even anonymous—are more than welcome. Thank you for reading this. I love you. Content Warning: s...
Elizabeth here; lots of people wanted another one, so this is the second part of "The Photographer's Trap". Reading the first part is probably a good idea. You'll see some toys and butt stuff in this one, unlike in the previous. Happy reading! ~~~~~ ~~~~~ Since that Saturday morning, Timothy started to find himself wearing panties underneath his ordinary c...
She finally unlocks the door and lets me into the bathroom. Anne always liked to take her showers long and warm, and even though she's been in here a good forty minutes, she's still in a bathrobe. With a towel wrapped around her hair and a foot on the bathtub, she's painting her toenails and humming that "Wrecking Ball" song that's so popular right now. I...
Carol had done the same thing she was doing every night: she had cooked dinner, eaten, done the dishes, and finally plopped on the couch to watch television with her husband of fourteen years. He would stay there with her, occasionally mentioning the shows they were watching, and get up to get ready for bed immediately after the news. He’d come back into...