Caro closed the front door and leaned against it with a sigh. Janet, Tim and the children were off for the weekend to visit his parents. The thought of two days alone was heaven for Caro, especially after yesterday. Her face flamed as she remembered waking in Mr. Bennett's dark office. At first she was disoriented, not sure where she was. Tossing the throw o...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave, written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Maste...
"Hello Mr. Crabby. This is Tracy. I have been a naughty girl and I have to stay after school." That was the message, in a falsetto voice, that I heard when I answered my telephone a few days ago. Tracy is a thirty year old woman who likes to role-play a naughty 18-year-old schoolgirl who is forced to serve detention. I was to be the mean principal who takes...
Mating "Welcome Azrael," the Creator greeted. Azrael didn't respond. He didn't need to. He'd seen death. He'd never foreseen anything, and seeing Adom and Chava's death was traumatizing. The one he'd been trying to see was Tyrus', but he couldn't see past all the chaos and death he would soon be causing. "It's hard, I know." The Creator disappeared to t...
ACTOR Don Johnson was driving his car towards Palm Beach with screen star Jennifer Connelly by his side. Exhilaration course through his veins as he flicked his eyes at Jenny sitting in front of the passenger seat with one leg tucked under her. Of course Jenny certainly was something. Beautiful, 26 years old with knockers that can start a man drool at the co...
Mistress and Commander -- Grey Seas Over Warning--This story may put you off your stroke. If you want a wanker, try elsewhere. I dedicate this story, with apologies, to Farley Mowat, founder of the Beaver Club of Amateur Naturalists, and like me, a writer (although a much better writer than I) who never let facts get in the way of truth. Pernambuco was a...
It was a draw on who was more shocked at Emily-Jane's comment: Barbara, Emmie, or Luke. Luke wasn't sure if he should leave the two women to fight it out or if he should be there just in case he had to pull Emmie off of her sister. Barbara was the smaller of the two and Luke already knew that Emmie had the tendency to fight dirty. He didn't want to have to c...
It is and will be my last day in the comfort zone. From tomorrow I cast my musical net on the other side of the lifeboat and hopefully catch some much-needed inspiration to rejuvenate this seasoned singer songwriter. Now that folk is in Vogue it is time to raise the anchor and move on up mainstream. Ousted from the family home and living in the musical Mecc...
Velmont Town is a fictional place based on one of my favourite hill-stations. Some of the names of restaurants and places have also been borrowed from real places. Certain things about Birmingham are real, others are imaginary. Readers' discretion requested. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Luke was up early the next morning. He'd stayed in after returning home...
We met online, and as luck would have it, we lived in the same city. During our second chat, I invited Matilda out to dinner. She accepted, and we arranged to meet at The Old Federal the next evening. The Old Federal was a heritage-listed pub that had been tarted up to attract the well-heeled mob, who liked the adventure of slumming it on the edges of a rec...