Maggie couldn't believe her luck. She knew she had been a long shot for the assignment to cover the first Mardis Gras in New Orleans after the flood. At twenty-two years of age she was only one of a large group of junior writers at the paper, but she had been working hard and producing some good writing and had been rewarded with the job. Leaning back in he...
According to the nameplate on the librarian's desk, her name was Sharon Wilde. She wore heavy glasses and had a pleasant, but pale and rather dumpy looking face, with her dull brown hair pinned back in a bun. A baggy gray sweater that appeared to be much too big for her was draped over her torso, and the rest of her attire, a bulky brown plaid skirt and what...
It's Wednesday morning and I wake up early. It's the one day of the week I stay home and look after our toddler. Carrie is working part time, keeping in touch with her job as an academic so she can take up full time work again in a couple of years. Our little one goes to crèche two and a half days a week and I (being a sensitive new age guy) take care of her...
Having planned the evening down to the last detail, I had nothing further to do. Everything was arranged, and I began to pace, anticipating your knock at the hotel room door. I had emailed you the room number earlier that day, after I'd arrived and found the place satisfactory. Now the only thing I had to do was wait. Somewhat unsure of myself, I hesitated...
Tommy had never done well in school. It wasn't a lack of brains or a surplus of attitudes. Not at first. It was the opposite. Tommy was too smart for his teachers, his angry parents and almost every kid his own age. When he found a smart kid like himself in school, he clung to them regardless of what they were into. Even if it was stealing cigarettes he'd ne...
My weekend with Shannin and her sister Stacy was getting quite exciting. We were becomming good friends. For a better understanding of events leading up to this point, please read the first three parts of Visiting Sis. * As soon as Shannin and I entered the bedroom, she quickly closed the door, turned around and lunged at me. Our lips met and I felt her s...
After that night on the beach with Jack, Trudy was a different woman. Transformed. Alive, yes... but also more than that - confident, carefree... even glowing. Cliche I know. Most of all however she was hungry with desire for more... pandoras box had been opened and now the key was being thrown away; the beast had been freed and would not be going back. Sa...
Readers comments are greatly appreciated. * * * * * Gingerly, Layla Blake crept up those last twisting steps to the dark, secluded deck. Layla slowly moved closer to the indistinct mumbling which came from inside the French doors. Each agonizing step forward, all Layla could think about was how she would break the news to her father of his wife's, her moth...
Intro: Greetings. The inspiration for this tale came to me while I was reading a LiveJournal celebrity blog recently. Judging by some comments I saw on there, I was not the only one who got such ideas from said blog. For the record, I had these ideas before I started reading the blog comments, though of course I still thank all those who helped my inspiratio...
My head was bowed and my eyes lowered. My knees were stiff with pain, I was getting cold, and my arms felt numb from being clasped behind my back for so long. Nobody was around as I knelt, meditating on my submissiveness to DM. I was naked and lonely, and so in need of Sir's presence, yet I meditated like this fifteen minutes a day because Sir commanded me t...