"What the hell is this?" Tom wondered aloud when he spied the shirt and pants, hanging on a hook at the foot of the stairs in the basement. They were not his. "Those are Jimmy's," his wife, Pat, hollered back at him from the laundry room. "He leaves them here and changes when he works." Jimmy was the handyman, specializing in home improvement, currently pa...
I knew he was out there, amongst the trees. I had caught glimpses of him while Tommy fucked me on the swing. As I leaned back to enjoy the feeling of the hard cock sliding in and out of my warmth, the air chilling my hands on the chains, and faintly stinging the flesh of my ass, legs, and lower back.. I saw him. He was standing there, watching us, watching m...
She concentrated on sipping her glass of wine, trying to ignore his eyes boring into her. One, two, three, look up – as if on cue, his gaze locked onto hers. She tried to feign interest in her friends' conversation: something about an office romance gone awry; identical to a thousand other conversations in the hotel bar on a Friday night. She glanced up qu...
I want to wish everyone a Happy Valentine's Day, or the spirit of said day any day of the year. Again, thanks for your feedback, public or private. It is appreciated. And as always, the same copyright rules apply. Kisses, YLA * "Can you do anything else besides sit there and fucking stare off into space?" I snapped, hoisting another batch of bread into the...
Spread-eagled, and held chaste across the blood-bathed altar, she writhed against her bonds. Each movement pulled the rope tauter across her milky skin, leaving deep red welts where once her purity had been. Her eyes rolled wildly in her head as her terrified gaze tried to take in her surroundings, the darkness-drenched dungeon stank of death, a smell that i...
©This story is an original copyright. Any similarity is pure coincidental. Forgery or publishing without the permission of the author is fraudulent. This is my second attempt. Critics are welcomed (as usual). I know that I have been receiving many critics due to my lack of judgment regarding my first submission so I try to make this story more understandabl...
The name is Gene La Pointe. I'm a young Frenchman currently living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I am originally from the Province of Quebec but since I attend the University of Ottawa, I have to live in town. I work as a Security Guard at the local Museum and it's okay. There is this new Black female Guard named Katrina Linwood and she simply...
Several European explorers lent their names to the "discovery" of the northern Artic. Baffin, Frobisher, Mackenzie and Franklin were met by the nomadic Inuit's as they sailed into the land of ice and snow. The white man called them "Eskimos", eaters of raw meat as their diet consisted mainly of fish and hunted mammals. Later they became known as "Inuit", me...
I slammed the door behind me and kicked off my heels. I was drenched with sweat thanks to this insane heatwave, and was feeling gross and frustrated. Thankful that the work week had come to an end, my hands flew furiously over the buttons on my blouse. "Kara, can you do this? Kara, has lunch arrived? Kara, where are those files?" All week as the heat ratche...
"I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center." ― Kurt Vonnegut "What up, señor?" I launched my wee hour text into cyberspace. "Good morning, sir," came Vegas Vic's rejoinder. V-2 was enslaved graveyard shift ― five days a week. "What do you wanna work for?...