[This story will make more sense if you read the earlier chapters. All characters are over 18. This story contains descriptions of bodily functions. If this offends you, please read no further.] *** Janet, the Senior Vice President and, in reality, controlling presence at Goose Cookers, a woman-run company in the Women's Republic that specialized in exciti...
The Test In the first month of her training under the Scarlet Lady, Dorée learned a great deal more than she had with Berenice. The chambermaid had taught her basic etiquette and comportment. She had learned how to carry herself, how to hold her hands, how to walk two steps behind. She had learned how to enter a room unobtrusively and how to display herself...
Everything is happening so fast with Brian, not the way I thought it would. I would've preferred not to tell him I'm gay; however, the thought of Jason telling him first changed my mind. Still, I'm not eager to pour my heart out to him. Initially, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest, but the look on his face scares me. I've seen it before ma...
The night is warm and silent, the air drenched with heat and static, distant city lights reflecting murkily off heavy clouds. Vicky's leg presses momentarily against my shoulder as she clambers up the tree trunk- foot in hands, knee on shoulder, black leggings and white dress brushing past my face in the darkness. Feet on shoulder, tattooed ankles, painted t...
I've been having a lot of fun with this series so far. Any feedback is much appreciated! Also, I do have several ideas for future installments, but leave a comment if you'd like to see anything specific, and I'll see if I can incorporate it. Thank you for reading, and hope you enjoy. ENTRY 2 My name is Robin. And there I stood, in a handicap bathroom stall...
Friday at last. Pay day for some. The start of the weekend for many. A day of prayer for people of certain faiths, like Muslims. Good Muslims are at the mosque, doing their Salah or prayer. Aziz Ali, a Somali brother who is Muslim by birth, is nowhere near the mosque. This brother is hanging around downtown Ottawa, trying to pick up chicks at the Rideau Shop...
I have been playing poker with my oldest friend, Nathan, for years. We always play at his house, since my apartment is far too cramped to have anyone over. Besides, being out in the country means we can make a lot of noise and not worry about anyone complaining. Neither of us are particularly gracious winners and we both like to be very boisterous about our...
Morning broke into Shawna's room and stabbed her in the eyes as she slept. She squinted against the assault as she gathered her senses. She threw an arm over her eyes to block the sun, her shirt flashed white as the silk covered her face. The pulses and pressure behind her eyes clouded out anything close to rational thought for a few moments longer. Her mo...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
Its been a few months since I first met James. I was not always in my comfort zone when kneeling before him with my collar on. My feelings tended to be scattered. I was excited, nervous and scared all at the same time. My desires for him grew, the more I thought about it, the more my body took over. I've spent more and more time with him at his house the...