Disclaimer: the following is a work of fiction. It may contain scenes of violence, bondage and/or sexual situations which may or may not be consensual, and is intended for adult readers only. All characters portrayed in this story are adults. This work in not for profit and is intended as entertainment only. The author does not support or encourage violence...
Part One: At The Art Museum A thunderstorm had caught me off guard while I was out in the open pushing my two children in a baby stroller, so I was glad to duck out of the heavy storm into the first doorway I could find. It was an old established art museum, but the sounds inside were surprisingly modern. "Would you look at that fucking pencil dick," a you...
After her life took an unexpected twist, Thea was very brave to share her story with me and the rest of the world. This is her story. My husband of thirteen years divorced me for a younger woman about five years ago. I had a pretty good career as a secretary, and my daughter, Shaleen, was in her teens in a good school system, so I figured we'd make it okay...
Thea wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. She was afraid to leave the room, yet after having seen nothing but those same four walls for days...the thought of a little fresh air and night sky was a welcome one. Or even simply a different room. The first few days after the attack she'd done little more than sleep, so there hadn't been much to get worked...
Disclaimer: the following is a work of fiction. It may contain scenes of violence, bondage and/or sexual situations which may or may not be consensual, and is intended for adult readers only. All characters portrayed in this story are adults. This work in not for profit and is intended as entertainment only. The author does not support or encourage violence...
Note: Some of the earlier incidents of this story are covered in Ulyssa's version of my story. I wish to thank her for kindly proofreading this story for me and for offering some valuable assistance. Portions of this story are used with Ulyssa's permission. TCD "Hey, Mrs D," one of the company receptionists buzzed me. "There's a call for you. The lady says...
"Malcolm we need to talk." The father of Tommy waved his hand and the two sat down, James sat down. "What can I do for you?" "Mom is dating Walter Steele," James said. "Oliver is lost, Dad is lost, Thea is swimming in drugs, and I don't want to end that way." "Okay?" "I know a little about you, when your wife died you went somewhere and came back," Jame...
I took a deep breath as I walked my way to the table where a man in his late-twenties sat. He has dark brown wavy hair, perfect brows, a bit of stubble and perfect jaw. He was seated like a business man in his suit and loosen tie, legs crossed while reading a book with his reading glasses. I was just guessing it was him I was looking for and as he took a sip...
I've often felt that the web that connects mother and daughter is paradoxically as strong as steel and as fragile as glass, particularly when secrets are woven into its threads. Never was this more abundantly illustrated than in my own life. The screen door slammed closed with the arrival of my granddaughter Thea, returning tearfully from yet another tempe...
Chapter Five Ella's POV WOW, the most beautiful house I've ever seen. "Well?" Trent asked, brushing my back. "It's so pretty Trent, I like it a lot." I stood on my tippy toes and gave Trent a kiss on the cheek. I tugged him along as I went up the stone path, and as we came up to the door I nudged him to it. He chuckled and pulled out his key, inserting...