It was only a matter of minutes before Mistress pulled the car into a long driveway. My mind was still processing the idea that I was now on hormones. Once we were parked, Mistress had me grab my bag and follower her on the path to the house. She clearly knew this pace well, as she walked right into the house, with me following closely behind. As soon as we...
The plaza was busy for a weekday, people out and about made us hard to spot. Red sweaters would distract me as I darted across the plaza. In the cover of the hallway; I could hide again, my red and white stripes were too obvious. I took a breath of relief, when out of the corner of my eye a red coat stood up to yell "found you." I slowly turned to fa...
CHAPTER THREE – CONSEQUENCES The gutter press Sammy Ferris pulled the brim of his hat further down across his narrow eyes as he stood nonchalantly opposite the block of flats. This was where he loved to be, in the thick of the action. Not that there actually was any action as yet. But he'd be ready when it came his way. He likened himself to one of the n...
There was still a great deal of confusion left inside of me. Those who can relate to the events leading up to this point believe that I should have simply fled, like the other 4 white husbands. Others think I should have stood up to him. But, I could never do that. I knew this now. My intense fear of the young, black stud and the desperate sliver of hope t...
(This story is a continuation of 'When life gets dull, spice it up". It is recommended that the earlier story be read first. However, I am adding a part of the earlier story here to make this one an independent story. Please remember to vote so that I know how I have fared. Constructive criticism is very much welcome. A note of caution: I have used Bengali...
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Along the High Street of Norwich there is a small book shop, not one such as W.H.Smith or Waterstone's, but more of the kind that they used to be when they first started out. It only has a small frontage and caters for the more astute connoisseur of first editions and those hard to find tomes of obscure writers as well as providing the service of finding out...