I don't know why I forgot to wear men's briefs that day, perhaps I was just so used to the comfortable feel of silk and lace that I didn't even think about it when I dressed. Or maybe I had an unconscious desire to be caught; to finally have my little secret uncovered. So here I sat at the walk-in clinic, debating whether to leave, or to risk the off chanc...
(Author's Note: This was inspired by a remarkably lucid dream I had. Hope you enjoy it!) - - - - - - We were at the fairgrounds for Halloween, having a costume party, all my vanilla friends and I, plus many others I didn't know, a real community thing. Since I was growing tired of presenting myself as equally vanilla, and since it was a costume party and t...
By Dan57 and Cih A Canadian reporter wanted to live as a Dalit woman Note from the writer : Cih is a new correspondent who asked for a totally different story with a European girl wishing to share the life of the poorest and most despised people in India without the support of a very powerful man such as prince Kyrhan. That was a challenge I happily embrac...
Molly was sixtyish (which could have meant anything) anyway that's what she told us. Sort of chubby, but not as chubby as some of us, and fresh pinky complexion white hair, at least on her head it was... and probably a bit smarter that most of us. Several glasses of Chardonnay brought the following tale to the table one evening when we met at the Randolph in...
(This story contains characters from the 7th season of House MD and takes place a few months after the events of the series finale.) Martha M. Masters sat at the very front of her class, scribbling frantically. She hadn't missed a single word so far in a 2-hour lesson and she had no intention of slipping up now. The young redhead was nearing the end of he...
To Margaret Jenkins – With Appreciation and Affection As the end of her first year operating her independent clinic neared its close, Louise Bellman was able to feel quite proud of her work: she had received paying clients from some of the best-known physicians and therapists in the area and her accounts showed a tidy profit. She had not yet turned 30 but w...
I had been kneeling in front of Ms. Panington for some time as she finished her breakfast of omelet, bacon, toast, and orange juice. My mind was firing in a confused fashion and I was unsure which of many thoughts, feelings, and impulses to pay attention to, and which to ignore. Fight or flight was quite pronounced and I contemplated getting up then and ther...
Drip, drip, drip! Thick drops of watery fluid was falling from the ceiling and hitting Harley on the forehead. She groaned loudly and rolled away. Every part of her body ached. Not that this was surprising to her after she realised that she had been sleeping on the metal grated floor in one of the corridors. How did I end up here? she wondered. Have I been...
Day One: Cell 29 Cell 29 was tiny. There was a narrow metal-framed bed along each wall, with an even narrower gap between. At the head of the gap was a stainless-steel washbasin above which, on a narrow shelf, were placed a few toiletries and a small tarnished mirror. Below the washbasin stood a lidded bucket and a plastic jug. And that was all. There was...
It was a pleasantly warm morning. Not wanting to risk having his van seen on school property on a Sunday, Foley trotted the two miles from his apartment to the maintenance entrance of the high school. After working up a sweat in his jogging pants and muscle shirt, he waited in the cool main entranceway for Bethany, his young white cheerleader slut. She didn'...