Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 19 == I got a bit of a shock when I woke up the next morning and had to think about it to work out where I was. Chloe had apparently already woken up and managed to get out of bed without disturbing me. I could hear her...
Fictional tale of a man who once had a 'perfect' love and a 'perfect' band. After betrayal from both, he decides to summon the devil while in a stupidly drunken state. He gets an unexpected turn for the better both in career and in love. *** Prologue "Babe please, can't we please talk about this?!" "Sorry, but I just can't see myself being with you anymo...
Hey there, everyone! Here's "My Naughty Little Whore Chapter 2" at last. It took some time, but I finally feel confident about the story. I've started to expand the storyline, and this chapter begins to fill in the blanks of my lovely couple's past. I'm treating each chapter as though it were a public blog post and this particular post features a lot of ro...
NOTE: This is a story from real life recollection. Names and identities have been changed but the actions in this story are from real life recollections. Personally I hope you will enjoy the set of short stories in this. Also I would like to thank HeyAll for helping me edit the story. CHAPTER ONE: A RELATIONAL FOUNDATION The story starts in the dusty a...
During my senior year in high school, my economics teacher thought it would be a neat little exercise to have us students learn about the world of investments. So she had a couple of local stock brokers come in and give us a couple of presentations. Mutual funds, the stock market, penny stocks, treasury bonds, junk bonds, the works. The number of choices wer...
I was sitting on my kitchen counter without a stitch of clothing. My legs were spread and dangling over the edge; my hands clutched that same edge at my hips. I wouldn't move. I could have moved, but I wouldn't. I was fulfilling a bizarre promise to stay in that position until my husband got home. Left alone like that, another person would have moved, not fe...
Author's Note: This submission is part two of a story that I had way too much fun writing. Like a lot of stories there is a balance of fact and fiction. Just how much is fact and how much is fiction you will only be able to guess but let's just say I consider this an ad-hoc persuasive letter to my wife. I have been writing stories for her for a while and s...
On Mother's Day, I made my wife breakfast in bed. She had a lazy day to herself, spending most of it upstairs in our room watching TV, while I took care of our son downstairs. Later in the day, she came downstairs and we all went out to hang out in the back yard. At one point, she pulled me down for a kiss. I think she could tell that I was really wanting...
I woke to a gentile shaking of my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see Pam sitting on the side of the bed facing me. She smiled when she realized my eyes were open. And said "Good morning my Mistress. You said you didn't want to over sleep today. It's eleven thirty and I have a nice hot cup of coffee ready for you. I sat up and leaned my back against the headb...
I like things precise. I like things defined, quantifiable and concise. The digital spreadsheet in my opinion is the greatest invention since the mechanical pencil or maybe even the printed Gregorian calendar. I work hard to create and keep an orderly world, therefore I don't like surprises. Surprises are just messes that have to be cleaned up. I want to i...