Miss Mabel: chapter 2. Sunday at Home After I had dealt with Miss Mabel and Miss Emily, our relationship was subtly changed, and more observant people, less wrapped up in themselves than Mrs Bissell and Miss Harriet, would have noticed it and commented. Whilst Miss Mabel was, if anything, friendlier and rather playful, Miss Emily was rather timid and ill at...
A windy and sharply cold January night all alone, just me and a nearly empty glass of pinot noir – it seems that something is speaking to me. This longing that I've avoided dealing with ... this longing to be dominated. This feeing has been consuming me for months now. This need to be controlled, used, and made to be submissive is so overwhelming that I can...
The next day Brie was sore and aching, her mind going over the events of the previous night. Had she really lost all control? Had she really enjoyed it? She blushed as she remembered she had more than enjoyed it, she had reveled in it, gloried to his total possession. As the thoughts went round and round in her head she wondered if this was what Callie had...
Aimee had just turned 21 and her friends decided that for her birthday they were going to surprise her with a rented limo and a wild night on the town. Aimee was a pretty innocent girl. Still a virgin and almost never been kissed, her friends wanted to loosen her up a bit. Of the four girls,some would have claimed Aimee to be the least attractive, while othe...
Gotham is a big scary dark city. Barbra grew up here. She is a bright girl, quite small and agile, with a mind and body that match. School come easy for her, as most things did. Still, she was poor. On her Father’s salary, she could not complain. Not even the Police Commissioner makes that much in Gotham, partly to keep the cops looking for bribes and hand o...
She patiently waited as his front door, looking around she saw no one close by who could see how embarrassed she was at being here. She knew this wasn't a good relationship for her but her arousal level told her she is supposed to be here. Zendaya clutched the top of her short silk robe closed a bit more as the nervousness threatened to overwhelm her. 'What...
Darcy looked over at his stepson's girlfriend. The girl was trash, to say the least. The idea of her sullying his living room furniture, sitting on the same settee that his wife had bought at an art show this summer appalled him. His stepson of twenty-one years had brought the girl over a few nights ago to 'meet the folks', as he put it. Apparently, he r...
"Hey, Snake! What'cha doin'?" boomed a voice behind me. Without turning around, I knew exactly who was speaking. Only one person in the world called me "snake"; it had to be Jim Acadia. Being a sports fan, he took a cue from the NFL quarterback and converted my real name of Jake to Jake the Snake, shortened to just "Snake." In spite of the way it sounded,...
Manuel lived in an old part of town. Narrow cobblestone streets with squares and shops all around. There was one square near his house that he frequented. There were always plenty of people around and he enjoyed the entertainment of people watching. One lady in particularly caught his attention. Tall and blond this lady appeared to be around forty-five. Sh...
"You must learn to trust, Kelly! You must let your guard down so that you can open your wings and soar!" The gargoyle's raspy voice could barely be heard over the whistle of the wind as they sped towards the surging black hell of the East River. Kelly screamed again and began digging her finger nails into the hard flesh of the gargoyle. She stared down at...