Cheating and Rivals - Part 24 "You're okay?" Mike asked after Jen told him what happened. They were in bed. Mike was in boxer shorts. Jen was still in the Hermione outfit. "Kind of numb," Jen said. "But you're okay?" Mike asked again. "I'm not fucked up in my head, if that's what you're asking," Jen said. "It wasn't rape. I didn't say the safe word." "S...
This is a long tale in seven parts, meant to be read at leisure. Part 1 I was deep in thought as I strode down the hallway to the office restroom, grappling with the morning's problems...the little, unexpected bureaucratic ones that always seem to crop up each day. I was so engrossed that I almost didn't see her, a slim – though very curvy – African-Americ...
She looked at me curiously over the top of a drink. We were sitting on the patio by the pool, late on a Friday afternoon. I was sweaty and tired from hours completing a complex Internet installation at her family's home. Behind us, speakers floated Mozart from an Internet radio station. It sounded very nice, but had taken a lot of work to put in place. "Y...
I'm putting this is in the BDSM section, so if you want ice cold dehumanization and extreme humiliation you only need to hit back to browse through hundreds of stories about that kind of thing. If you're looking for a romance flavoured with frequent missteps, D/S, and lots of light BDSM (gradually getting a little bit heavier as the chapters go on), then get...
I died on Christmas Eve. That's right, Christmas Eve. I know, it was a major inconvenience for my family and friends and I'm going to miss them dearly, just as I'm sure they're going to miss me. But, just a few years ago I made a wish for just one thing for Christmas: I wished that should ever find my true love but then met with my demise, on the Christmas...
brief (legal)=barrister (Attorney); CPS=Crown Prosecution Service corpse= breaking into inappropriate laughter I think the American is blooper? Boot (of car)= trunk TWENTY-FIVE I again thought over whether I was doing the right thing. I kept coming back to the idea that perhaps it would have been better to stay clear of Ann and let her get on with her li...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the eleventh chapter of a multi-part story. Please read the first ten chapters before this one to understand the whole story. Please enjoy. ****** Three years after the events of Chapter 10... Today was a big day in the Galenchuk household. In the evening, Kellie had a meeting planned with teammates Jennifer, Heather and Amber. The...
Jean Pierre Lemoine was an artist. His magic moved the needle through the subcutaneous tissue with surgical precision, which was no great surprise to anyone that knew him, as he did have two years of surgical residency under his belt. The surgical scars will be less noticeable than if a plastic surgeon had been over them to hide them, despite being located i...
Suddenly a high-pitched squeal reached our ears. "Let me through you damn fools!" It was Janet Walsh, dressed in a very short black skirt that showed almost too much of her astoundingly beautiful long legs. She was carrying a dish of ice cream in one of her hands as she forced her way through the growing number of spectators. She was so flustered by the t...
Several of you have asked me to write another adventure involving the folks from "The First Deadly Sin." When one of you is Rick at rkv330's (aka Bluedevil) a story gets written. This is his general idea and it's brilliant as usual. I like to put some of my own background into these things. So please keep in mind that none of these exploits are made up. They...