Gerd loosened off and then untied the ropes that bound my wrists and ankles. I rubbed the marks where the flesh had been heavily indented by their tight constriction, sitting at his booted feet now as he watched me. He clipped a leather leash to my collar. "Whenever you are leashed you will remain on all fours unless told otherwise, is that understood boy?"...
'Hi Mr Clark!' 'Please Fiona, you've always called me James. Anyway, come on in'. Fiona stepped through to the warm hallway, lugging a heavy weekend bag. James smiled. 'Give me that. And I'll put your coat in the cupboard. It must have been a tiring journey'. Fiona nodded. She was indeed exhausted. On her way back from visiting friends, her plane had be...
"Nigga check that fucken ride that just pulled in." the black teenager laughed elbowing his friend, his shorts damn near around his knees. "Be a sweet set of wheels to jack." agreed his equally youthful teenage friend checking out the ruby red Mercedes AMG GT Coupe. "That nigga gotta be 200 grand easy." "Fuck the car, check out the bitch driving it!" the f...
Author's Note: Dreams and flashbacks will be marked with a ~ separator, rather than the normal dashes. Honey ---- Talos looked over the food stalls under the cold sun of an Isbryggan morning. He picked up another fruit he did not recognize and smelled it before returning it to the cart. He sighed, thinking how wonderful the world would be if all men we...
As promised Monica Gift made her way down to the Dolphins Den Carwash. Her paramour of the day Wade Hawkins whose Dad owned the establishment worried that she might not show up. Ever since the day he met and won a full sized bed from Dave Calahan's Mattress store he had been given the chance to tap young Monica on her terms. Namely, set the bed up in a Carwa...
I hate airports. Glazed eyes, body odor, travel-zombies trudging about glancing at their boarding passes over and over again, the information apparently never penetrating into their brains. The food is expensive and always sub-par, the whole place smells like canned air and, mystifyingly, cigarettes, despite the smoking areas being sealed off away from the g...
I have written a trilogy. Each story is perfectly readable and understandable on its own, but if you want to read them in order, start with Charlie then Gary and end with Mark. It will give you a bit more context and continuity. "Already packed for tonight, are you?" Matt asked after class Friday morning. "Pretty much. I just need to do a couple of things...
The remaining days of summer and into fall were, as usual, filled with work to make sure we could get through the winter. I had always preserved plenty of food to get me through but I added to that this year since it looked like there would be two of us to feed instead of one. As we gradually became better able to communicate with each other through a mixtu...
She still hadn't seen much of Sunni since the kiss, besides an awkward hello before Sunni darted out the door to her rehearsal. Lyla had to admit that she didn't look too good, she had dark rings around her eyes and her usual jet black hair looked limp and greasy. "We need to sit down and move on from this once and for all." Lyla thought as she poured hers...
"Trevor Goldberg" tried not to watch as she rejoined her group and walked away, but he had been waiting for just this moment, and for a very long time. He rejoined his own group, diplomats from the British legation, and he listened to their talk of agenda items -- mainly how to keep Churchill's being pushed out of the main flow of the conversation between Ro...