As is often said, the following is based on real events, with real people, in the place described. It just didn't happen exactly this way. Enjoy. Jb7 * It was late summer of 1960, JFK was well on his way to becoming the first Catholic President; I was just out of my last summer school class and finally, a college graduate, on my way to Rochester in upstate...
The trouble with writing in this genre is that somewhere, somehow, you have to stick in some reasons why and how to make it all work. Well I got a lot of that out of the way in the last chapter. :) Every once in a while, I write a chapter with the thought in mind of seeing the scene as Hollywood might do it. This is one of those chapters and I hope it's enj...
Author's note. As this saga continues, aspects of sadism, slavery, cuckoldry, lesbianism, denial and general bdsm are explored. All characters are figments of the author's imagination, and all characters consent to every aspect of the activities described. As always, all characters are aged over 18. Chapter nine. Saturday morning dawned, and Sara slipped f...
It was a few days after Thanksgiving when the Christmas music began. Traditional Christmas carols, jazzed up Christmas tunes and famous old Christmas songs. Each note seemed to taunt Claire, coming from shops in the mall, on the television channels, from radio stations, and even on cell phone ring tones. The once loved melodies now brought anger and rage to...
Chapter 1: Pat and Rick and Jane and Don. Jane was nervous from the git go. She'd been with the company only a month. Pat was her boss. Jane still had not made up her mind whether she liked or disliked her. She could be curt, also affable. You never quite knew what to expect. But she was always fair, so much Jane had to admit. She'd agonized over what to...
The red wolf had been watching, waiting and looking for a chance to leave upstream, but she didn't quite see the opportunity, not a long enough one at the poor speed that she'd be able to make. Lying on cold stone as she'd been the past two hours, and with her hurts, she doubted if she could just jump up and flee. She'd been afraid of the large one before. S...
"Is this Liya?" "Yes? Who is this?" "My name is Aubrey Fosse, and I'm an artist. I was hoping..." "Oh my goodness! Mr. Fosse! You really called! What can I do for you, Sir?" "Well, thank you! I hear a compliment in there, somewhere." Aubrey smiled, faintly. Already he wasn't sure that this girl was going to work out. He was tired of people gushing about...
Along with Elsbeth, Amy spent the evening and the next morning in preparation for Judge Blake's arrival. With the measurements that she'd taken, Arn had a decent shirt and a pair of pants which fit -- more or less - to begin with, but Elsbeth had proven to be a very handy and knowledgeable seamstress in her way, so Amy was pleased with how he looked. Elsbeth...
1. The bait "You should definitely try and lay your hands on some of them," said James. "I will try ... you have persuaded me," replied Sean. They were sitting in Sean's spacious porch, overlooking the still unworked fields of his recently acquired farm. Sean was a European who had invested a part of his heritage in a farm located in a tropical area, and...
1. The Bait. The casino was busy tonight, but then it always was during the season. And the season in the Bahamas lasted pretty well all year. Anna Volkova had taken it on in part-payment of a business debt and ran it as a side-line. But like all of her enterprises, side-lines or not, it made a lot of money. The staff knew little about Anna, or Madam Volko...