Today started out as simply as any other. Woke up (grudgingly), got the kids off to school with only a small amount of bitching and arguing, and indulged in one of the simple pleasures in life and probably the highlight of my morning: instant store brand coffee with hazelnut creamer and a marlboro light. As I eased my nicotine craving and sipped my caffeine...
The premise of this letter has been building within me for a long time. A woman came into my life some time ago, and our relationship has grown every day since, almost in linear fashion. Some days it grew by leaps, and it definitely has never diminished. I'm obviously in love, there's no question about that. But as each day passes, I realize the depth of whi...
I am writing about my Indian college. I will reveal many truths about the Indian education system by narrating my experience in college. It is in a little town. It is more than a hundred year old arts college. Subjects like Sociology, Psychology, Philosophy, Geography, English, Sanskrit, History, Hindi, and Home Science are taught here. Admission's Process...
Tiffany awoke to the sound of her hated alarm clock. Five-thirty a.m. was as late as she could put off her morning and still make it to work on time. Groggily, she pushed back the down comforter and spun her legs over the side of the bed. The worst part about being the boss was having to make it in early. The ends justified the means, and she thought that in...
John walked into the night club, observing the press of bodies together. The music pounded out its dance beat, bare skin was beaded with sweat as the bodies pressed together on the dance floor. The heat was oppressive and yet energizing as the dancing, swaging, writhing bodies overrode the air conditioning. The sheep were advertising to the wolves, for John...
Whenever I read, I keep a pencil handy and I underline words that I don't know and dog ear the page so that I can go back and look them up in the dictionary. I have always been interested in etymology and even took Latin for three years. I hope that these words can help all of us in our writings. Be sure to check out your dictionary for additional usages of...
Dear readers, this is the first component of the second assignment for an aspiring submissive. As such, it is an erotic induction, but this is NOT fast-action gratification. Original crafted for a specific woman, some details of the event have been removed for obvious reasons. With the advent of bondage and Dominant/submissive relationships as edgy public...
Today I found a grey eye lash. No crisis, no world changing event, just a single, tiny lash devoid of colour. I guess that means I'm getting old. Not that getting old ever held any fear for me. Somehow, I always imagined that I would one day wake up and feel old *and* grown up. Almost like a magical graduation ceremony had taken place during the night and...
(You may skip this if you desire to, just explaining in depth what this story will be like and why.) WARNING: In this story I will be trying something new for me at least. Here I will not be doing a few things: • Explaining a characters thoughts or feelings. • Using standard paragraph story telling writing format. (Continue) • Explaining past information via...
She didn't appreciate being called ma'am or Mrs. Carmichael. She was always Cassie of the Deerborn lodge. Once Deerborn Lodge was a modest inn for travelers, but since her husband died, she desired a more interesting lifestyle. Her blue eyes were her distinctive trait, and she always liked to wear lighter colors to highlight their brightness. Deerborn Lod...