“Well I wanna give him something,” Annie said firmly. “For heaven’s sake, he’s a student,” I reminded her. “So am I” she said, quick as thought. “So are you, even if you are stuck teaching this class. Anyway, we’re on Break, officially for the next month, and I already told him he had to stop by.” “You told him what?” I thought hard about strangling her....
It was the picture that caught me. No not one of those mags, Penthouse or whatever, rather the cover of the "Now", our city's free, racy guide to the arts this week. I don't always pick it up, pretty well out of that loop, but my sister-in-law brought home last week's issue, and somehow the coverpage stayed in my car for a few days of commuting. The picture...
Your laying on your bed with enough pillows under your head to be comfortable as you watch him propped up on his elbows between your parted legs. Your arms pulled out above your head and tied with a torn sheet. Your feet tied from two directions so you can't move them, another strip of sheet holds your knees pulled apart. You know you have no choice but to...
Marie is an 18-year-old female goth who goes to high school. She is a beautiful, white, pale skinned girl with long, shiny, black hair that went down to her hips, with bangs on the front. She wore piercings on her left ear and one piercing on her right eyebrow. She also wore black lipstick, a black ribbed knit beanie hat, a stud neck band, a black hoodie wit...
Humphrey looked at Chyna dispiritedly. They had so little in common, sitting here in the diner. Humphrey was an intellectual who took joy in doing the "Times" Sunday Crossword in pen, and in being president of the Buttermilk Falls Chess Club. Chyna reveled in having her hair done, and popping gum in the left side of her adorable cheek. Sexy, yes, but also...
Every summer growing up, we would travel across the state to see our relatives. Among all the grandparents and cousins and friends of the family was my mother's sister, who we called Auntie. Being ten years younger than my mother, Auntie was more in tune with 'the younger generation'. It was always fun to stay at her house. Her husband was a gruff sort who w...
What the fuck you gonna do with your life...the question echoed in her head in all angles...she was completing an acting degree, quite late in life too...thing was she liked directing more, and enjoyed skit writing... People always feel that you're supposed to do things in some structured right hand path...but when you're almost forty and very sex starved a...
He turns off the lights... and undresses you. You said he could do whatever he wants... and this is what he wants. You cross your wrists, and he swiftly ties them in front of you. How long had he been practicing these knots? Naked, bound, and in the dark, you feel the cold wetness of an intimate personal lubricant applied between your cheeks... foreshadowing...
Panting she ran through the trees, her heart beating out of her chest, she wasn't going to be captured if it cost her, her life. She wasn't going to be a slave again. Behind her gunshots fired out into the night. She ran into an area of cleared trees. Everything was quiet. She crouched down low, listening. She felt a sharp pain shoot into her ass. "Shit!" It...
She lay there in the cast iron bath as the water turned red and cold; surrounded by the candlelit darkness of the night, her bitter despair gnawed away at her very soul, piece by piece, slowly until it consumed her. Time slowly passed as her soul evaporated into nothingness. All that was left was an empty shell of a person, she was there but she was not liv...