My selfless husband, An anxious autumn arrived today and brought with it the loveliest hues of browns, yellows, and reds. I don't imagine the desert offers you much in an assortment of colors? I watched crisp leaves, accompanied by a warm breeze; scrape across our driveway and neglected lawn, directionless and without purpose. A reflection of how I feel whe...
The despair that clouded Sharon's perceptions gradually lifted, and she even came to view her shaven-headed companions as her friends, although she was frustrated by not being able to communicate with them: her sexual tastes precluding her even from doing so in the sexual way that Sweetness did with them every night. The countryside they wandered through cha...
WWE smackdown diva Jillian Hall was hesitant to knock on the hotel room door. Melina was not a patient woman, and normally Jillian would never keep her owner waiting, but something had seemed a little off about the call she had received from the woman who had tamed her. Melina had been puffing and panting the entire time, and although it wasn't unusual for...
The Women's Bookshop had a regular customer – a busty elderly woman named Phaedra. She weekly bought heaps of books on psychology, anthropology, foreign languages, mythology, and gender studies. She usually paid by cash, but once she told the sales clerk, "Dear Eliza, I couldn't find a working ATM. Can I pay via credit card?" "Of course, Phaedra." Phaedra...
The Sodomite pilgrims couldn't be described as great conversational company. In fact, as they had all had their tongues removed, they weren't able to converse at all. The conversation they had with each other was conducted in sign language and mouthing, but this was enough for them to organise themselves pretty well. Despite their various mutilations, they w...
Chapter Four Fetish At 2 AM, Charlene woke up in pain. Her legs were cramped, trying to pull themselves closed against the ropes. Moaning in pain, she was unable to do anything but ride it out, letting the cramp torture her until it eased. Through it all, George slept beside her, unknowing. It was only when it had passed that she thought, "Why didn't I wak...
They stepped into the elevator together. As the door closed behind them, Erika Sawyer caught her reflection in the metal covered doors. It wasn't mirror-like, but you could still make out the shapes of people. If she didn't know the woman looking back at her, Erika would have thought it was a stripper or maybe even a hooker. The blond woman in front of her...
Some readers have complained that Jessica stays in the background too much. This is all her, so technically it's not my adventure, but I have the account, so I get the credit. Ha! A letter arrived at George's office, and he gave it to us, now you can read it, too. Dear George: I wanted to say thanks, but that's not enough. I felt that I should tell you al...
It's taken me a long time to make my confession. I am 34 years old. I am ordinary in most ways that you would notice or probably care about. My name is Nina. That's not my given name. I live in New Orleans now. I was born in a small, poor town in Arkansas, and then lived in a few places around the same State. I finally came to the Big Easy two years ago. O...
That's misleading. It should read: 'how to capture a song'. A song is not something you manufacture, it's something that happens, sort of like a little literary fart, seeping out at the most inopportune time. Your literary fart might bubble up while you're in the bath, or driving to work, or perhaps while waking up in the morning. You'll roll over, open your...