I slowly opened my eyes as my cell phone buzzed on the nightstand beside him. Rolling over, I grabbed my phone to shut off the alarm. It was the end of a terrific month in London. My first trip to Europe hadn't afforded me the opportunity to take in any of the sights, but had still been a thrilling trip. The bedroom was dimly lit by a thin beam of light th...
Chapter 11 A few days later ... Michael rushed to finish his email. He regretted having to work on his honeymoon, but they were trying to close a big deal at work, and he needed to stay in touch. He looked out the window. Jen, his new wife, was waiting for him at the beach. She looked great in her new string bikini. She was only a little over a month preg...
Ohayo gozaimasu, my friends. It's a traditional Japanese greeting, one which means "good morning." The name is Hisako Masajuro-Toussaint. My family came to the City of San Diego, California, from the island of Kyushu, Japan, in the turbulent, shimmering summer of 1973. A year later, I enrolled at the local university to begin my higher education journey. It...
It was 1:40 PM at work and I got called to the front desk. I had a visitor and a 2 PM meeting. I'm a little ticked off, more than a little ticked off. A meeting in 15 minutes and I don't have time for anything right now. I got to the front desk and stopped in my tracks. It's Jerry. I walked up to him slowly. I am now more than just pissed about being late fo...
At work the next day, Peter couldn't get his thoughts together to focus on his tasks. He kept glancing at Cindy's grayed out name on the internal messenger service. He spent most of the day by the window of his office, staring out, his thoughts winding and weaving, terminating again and again in the same knotted images that he could not push past. Once, he h...
Bradley sat in an empty, sterile room, his ankle chained to the leg of a chair, and his hands resting on a formica table. The chain was unnecessary, a joke; even if he cut it, where could he go? His life was now a barren room, no matter where he went. Dead ends in every direction. One manila envelope was in front of him on the table. He knew what was in...
Chapter 7: A Lesson in Massage This story is an adaptation of the first sexual roleplaying thread I ever started. It is told from several viewpoints, Violet who is the main female figure, Amber who changes from visitor to resident, and several male visitor's. It is broken into several episodes for easier reading. * * * * * Violet's eyes: I drift off to a...
"No you won't! You've touched it way too much already! There is no way in hell you'll stick that thing in my butt! Forget it, the deal is off! You couldn't pay me enough money to let you do that to me! Get the hell out of my house!" she screamed furiously at him. "Oh really? Wow, you sure are phobic about your ass. So this is the end of the contract? No mor...
The muscle car jammed to a stop, pavement ripping into tires, making a shriek only slightly louder than, say, a 13-inch masonry blade tearing through highway concrete. Choking slightly as acrid smoke of burning rubber washed over me, I ran to the driver's window and quickly negotiated a ride. Even behind his opaque sunglasses, I could feel on my exposed ski...
Quite frankly, I don't consider the whole thing to have been my fault. OK, I know that the parents I sit for have their rules and that I'm supposed to obey them. I understand that. It's just that sometimes situations arise when you have to bend the rules a little. That was all I intended – to bend one little rule just a teeny bit. It all centred on Bobby, m...