My friend Miguel told me about the Happy Ending Clinic. We work together and one day he looked so relaxed, and at peace - really contented. I was curious, was he taking drugs? This was not the Miguel I knew. He was normally, shy and reticent and scared easily. He would often get teased by the bullies at work who called him a homosexual because he didn't see...
This story is getting more complex than I ever intended. Still, it's been a lot of fun writing. I'm not getting much feedback, so I may wrap it up in the next edition, but for those who have provided input, thank you! In this next chapter, our heroine continues to struggle to maintain her powers, while being introduced to a villain who could spell her doom....
A dull throbbing forced consciousness in, accompanied by a muted, almost inaudible whine. Coming fully awake, the man stayed motionless with his eyes closed for a few seconds. As his lids peeled back to expose his blue, bloodshot eyes to the world, a small groan escaped his lips. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling and trying to clear the fuz...
It was with a heavy heart—alas, with guilty enthrallment, too—Marlene had accepted her friend's Jennie's invitation for a Saturday night out in the city. It'd been nearly seven years since she last went out—namely, since she entered her second trimester with Ricky. "Jon'll be fine!" Jennie tried to cheer her up, as they drove through the heavily trafficked...
He peeled off his black shirt, pulled it over his head then dropped it onto the tile floor. He pulled his badge off his belt, then his gun, setting both down on the counter next to his sink. Off came the beige pants, left in a heap on the floor. It was time to wash away the vanilla day that had left his skin tainted, as it often did. The mirror was already...
"Ask me no questions, Mary," I hiss, before turning on my heel and walking to the gardens. "Your Grace," Mary calls after me, but I keep on walking. How could I be so careless? What sort of fool stops so guiltily outside their lovers' room to rejoice in their sin? I cannot be seen as an adulteress, for it is treason when the woman is married to the King. I...
"Emma Catherine Richardson", a stern voice called from inside the office. Emma felt the warmth begin inside the core of her and she could swear she felt the moisture begin to seep from the walls of her vagina. It was like this every time he used her full name and that tone. As a little girl and all through her formative years until she left home, Emma was...
The self- help cds he had recently purchased played on but Bob was lost in his own thoughts while he drove down a long stretch of Highway 19 towards Port Hardy. He had taken the trip to Vancouver Island for a solo vacation. Since his wife had left him six months ago, Bob hadn't taken a break. He had tried to lose himself in his work but one day woke up and r...
"What rhymes with pussy?" Julie asked. She sat in a blue suede bowl-shaped chair with her head hanging off the side almost parallel with the floor. Her long legs were crossed and she was swaying her foot in time with the music radiating from a small speaker in the corner. A notebook in one hand, she tapped her freckled chin with the end of the pen she held i...
"Let us please you, Rose." The words Rick had just said to me outside on the balcony ran through my head again and again as I stared at the three men. All of them were looking at me with desire and need in their eyes. I couldn't be afraid. I WOULDN'T be afraid. I had nothing to be afraid of from these men. I didn't know why, but I felt so completely and ut...