Writing this will be very therapeutic for me. These are things I wish I could say to people, but in real life you can't. So I'm going to post this here, in hopes that everyone learns a lesson. Maybe it will reach the far ends of the earth! Maybe the customers where I work will learn a lesson, and I'll never be irritated again! (Okay, I doubt it.) I hope yo...
The phone call had come 30 minutes ago after months, or was it really years, of fantasising - my dreams, nightmares? were about to happen. I was working, in the Middle East, through lunch as I wished to leave early, a not too common event when my direct line telephone rang. Jan's voice breezed down the phone "Richard is back in town and has just phoned to in...
This is a story that is in some ways typical of my life but in some ways not at all. It’s typical in that I live in New York and my lover, Earl, is a man who is very dominant sexually, somewhat cruel, and perverse. Sometimes I think he doesn’t respect me, and enjoys humiliating me and forcing me to be subservient to him. Sometimes I think everythin g is g...
Nadia and Sebastian had been lovers for five years. They lived in a small apartment in Montparnasse with a phonograph, a library, and no children. The couple lived symbiotically, on a routine that never grew boring, simply because of how idyllic and peaceful it was. Sebastian worked at home and made his living as a writer and freelance journalist, while Nadi...
As necessary as it is, I always put off getting my hair cut. I don't know why, maybe it's some deep-rooted, subconscious fear of getting cut or something; a stranger working on my head with sharp instruments just isn't my idea of having a good time. Most of the time, however, a funny look from my boss or a humorous remark is enough to adjust my attitude. As...
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(1) Suzy rang the doorbell and glanced at her watch. 11:58AM. She was used to Professor Williams taking a while to answer the door: He was, after all, nearly 70. After a minute or so, she heard the snick of the latch and the door swung open. "Ah! Do come in, my dear." The professor said, stepping back slightly and gesturing with his free hand. Suzy brushed...
In the morning all the police were gone, but the damage from all their forensic tools was extensive. Alan had no idea how to clean all the luminal and finger print dusting power off of everything. So he called a cleaning service and had them come take care of it. They had a quick breakfast and Erica was due at the spa at 8am sharp. They would start with the...
She jacked in for the third time this evening, hearing her cable modem screaming as it made the connection. Lori had kept the sound as a reminder of her first days on the 'Net. Ironically, in those days the sound of her modem and "you've got mail" were about the only things her computer spit back at her. Now, well, now everything came back. Especially buzz,...
A few weeks ago, I had made a comment to Lyndsay how odd it seemed that both Dawn and I were such natural submissives. We took to bondage, humiliation, and harsh punishments as readily as ducks take to water. "Is this something that runs in my family?" I asked, "If I researched my family tree would I find other women who took to bondage, nudity and cruel p...