This is the fourth installment of Karen's adventures. Check out the others to put this one in sequence. CHAPTER 4 Arriving at home, I led Karen inside and removed her cape. She stood naked before me, her wrists tied behind her back, her hands resting on her beautiful ass and a glisten of moistness evident on her satiny thigh. Turning one of the chairs ar...
Buzz. The distinctive sound and sensation of an incoming message grabbed my attention. I looked down at my phone and my eyes blinked widely when I began to read Daddy's message: "Some rules of engagement: Drive over in just your bra and underwear. You may wear a coat and shoes. Arrive precisely at 9:15. Not one minute earlier or later. The door will be o...
Loop is an event venue, a club, of the highest standards. A large, three story building with many rooms. Elegant. Your last chapter must link to another chapter. This story will never end. The champagne was flowing. The caviar pilled high. She was standing against the wall. Black hair, the whitest of skin, reddest of lips. The black dress barely covered her....
All characters are fictional. Obviously, many of the place locations are real. ***** "Ok Ben, give it to me straight. How bad is it?" "Jim, you're 30 pounds over weight, your blood pressure is sky high, your good cholesterol is low , your bad cholesterol is high, and your triglycerides are high. You are border line diabetic, your creatinine is high ind...
Chapter Five (A blue bird day turns into an adventure) Trinity River, Riverside Texas~ Blue Bird days was when the sky was cloudless as well as fowl-less. It doesn't take long to figure out that where you are is where the game isn't. So the hunt gets more intresting. The options were always to wait and see or relocate. Relocation meant exploration, search a...
-The Bench Carl was waiting for his hair to dry. As was his habit after his usual Saturday workout at the gym, he would relax on his favorite bench in a small neighborhood park. On nice days like this one, it only took a few minutes for his short hair to be dry enough so he would feel comfortable donning his motorcycle helmet. A small nondescript car slowed...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story. * "Damn! Damn! Damn!" Jerry's gruff voice filled the motorhome. "You've got a fucking hard head, Dan!" Jerry struggled to g...
This is something I wrote a couple of years ago. It's autobiographical, I wanted to compare different kinds of trauma and how we deal with them, or fail to :) The site it was originally posted to has gone west, so I thought I'd transplant it. Names have obviously been changed... "I can do this..." A mountain. A climber high on the mountain. Thinking. The...
I just got back home after a day on the set of a movie. Feeling pretty tired, but I like my job for the most part. Im a casting director, one of the biggest in hollywood, Ive had meetings with pretty much any big actress. Its really fun working with them, but I wish I could do "more" with them. I return home and find a peculiar package, no shipping...
Author's Note: This story is based on the premise of the movie Groundhog Day. Some comments have expressed worry that this series could go on forever. It won't. This is part 4 of 6. The story should end in less than two weeks. I was going to split this part up, but decided against it. I shortened it a little instead. I have read the comments and have taken s...