Saban Time passed. In a room far from the sun, it was difficult to tell how much. It felt like months, but I wasn't very hungry yet, so it couldn't have been more than three or four days. I slept when I could, taking refuge in unconsciousness. There was a limit to how much my body would let me sleep, however, so I was awake right now. I sat and stared int...
First a special Thanks to My friend, I appreciated your help! This is a story of a 19 year old college bound young man and his sexy 40-ish neighbor lady. He thinks it would be hot to bed her, but she has other ideas... After some time has passed, (a few years) He comes home and she reminds him of how it all began... I had to smile looking across the room...
Ch 3: PARTINGS: The Art of The Deal I took a deep breath standing in front of our—Jerry's and mine -- house. It would become hard to accept or think of this as mine alone. The next steps would be the toughest. Yes, I was home, but I felt so alone. A full week away at a National Service Induction Center had one plus. I lost a few pounds and toned my muscles...
The deep, dazzling blue of the Caribbean Sea was like nothing Janet had ever seen before. It stretched out like a soft blanket of azure as far as her eyes could see. Overhead, the bright island sun sailed lazily across the morning sky, occasionally disappearing behind one of a handful of fluffy white clouds that floated carelessly toward the horizon. Each...
Returning to the meeting Miss Rachel sat opposite Mr. Chow and, in a very businesslike manner for the next couple of hours, joined the conversation as it related to the general terms and conditions of the venture. "Time for lunch everyone" as the knock on the door interrupted the discussion. Hamid, now in a tight red dress with gold heels, along with two o...
"Love? Really Vanessa, where do you get these ideas?" Earlier that day. The Countess went to observe the discipline. Renovated over the centuries the castle was much changed from its original stark stone interior. Except for the armory. Of course all the swords, pikes, lances and shields had been donated to the shire's museum, but the stone floor, walls an...
Luke wiped the sweat from his face as he wrapped the last chain around the front tires of the black BMW that had seen better days. The sun was intent on baking him in the heat of the day. He was glad he'd pulled his thick hair back into a pony tail earlier that morning. It turned out to be a much busier work week than he'd anticipated. The pretty caramel-co...
~~Damien~~ One of the hunters came out of the shadows. He recognized this one. A woman, short, thick with muscle, and with a shotgun in her hand. "... you're dead," Damien said. "You were one of the hunters killed in the chaos, in the—" "In Sándor's chamber, yeah." She came closer, tilted her head, and showed them her neck. There was a giant scar where an...
Prologue Crystal checked the address on her phone as she walked through the bustling crowds of Leicester Square. She had a few minutes before she'd be missed, so hurried quickly, her tall heels and tight fitting dress making the task difficult. The pub was just around the corner and she ignored the lustful looks she received from a drunken crowd outside th...
Note: This story is the seventy-third episode in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous seventy-two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I stron...