This is a true story, with some literary license to embellish certain facts. The story comes in two parts. * "I hope you did not mind my trying to connect with you after all these years. David had found your email address and gave it to me. I have thought about you often over the years, but did not have the courage to reach out to you until now. If you wan...
“Who is the next patient, Nurse Ratchit?” I asked. “That’s Cratchett, Doctor Livingston. You know that,” the crone replied. “Next you see Sister Agatha. She wouldn’t tell me what her problem was. Please explain to her that I must know these things. And don’t take too long with her. It’s the end of the day; all the other staff and patients are gone. You have...
The young receptionist smiled and handed him a clip board. "Please fill this out," she said, "and I'll tell her you are here." She turned and went through the door behind her. He sat down in the waiting room and completed the medical history and insurance forms. He was a little over weight, and going bald. When the receptionist returned she announced that i...
Delilah sighed a sigh of relief as she pulled into the two car garage. Her shopping was complete finally. She hated waiting to the last minute, but somehow it always happened that way. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and she sure didn’t want to be out there in that mess then. She was looking forward to spending a quiet holiday with John, and then they would trave...
It's night time, the full moon leaves flecks of silver along the road I'm riding, the velvet sky has been stabbed a thousand times to reveal the glory of heaven through star shaped holes, it's warm, balmy and all I wear beneath my black cloak is a satin bustier and tight fitting jodhpurs. It's supposed to confine my curves, press my breasts further into my c...
Travis's laundry had piled up between school, work, and an attempt to carry on a social life. This didn't allow for the cleanest apartment so getting home from work he called off his plans for the night, and was determined to take the evening to catch up. At 28 and single nobody seemed to have too much of an expectation for a neat and tidy home, but he was r...
DAY ONE – A ROOM OF RUBY From the day they met, their relationship was like a dream to her. Everything he said, everything he did, pulled her closer to him, filled her heart, touched her soul. He is her ideal Master, her complete match. With every surrender, she feels empowered, not diminished. But now her Lord is away and the Lady misses him. She is so v...
There was a time, a few years back, when I traveled often on business. I did not care for the life and the memories that remain are of airports, hotels and motels, dinners and nights alone. I often fantasized at the beginning of each trip that I would meet a woman for an evening of dinner, dance and sex. The opportunities to fulfill that dream were few and...
Jennifer was 36, a mother of two small children. She was petite, about 5'3", 120 pounds, with long, straight blonde hair. She had a California attitude and look to her, but she was actually from Colorado. She had a different vibe to her, independent, confident, and adventurous, yet somehow she melancholy and pensive. In high school, Jennifer was a repressed...
To My Real Rose: Smile for me. * * * * * Sunday night in Blacksburg Virginia. Summer. No screaming hoochies walking around. No drunken frat boys. The police roam the streets, wishing the peace would last. The River's edge was sparsely populated with locals who enjoyed the lessened presence of students. Harold Masters sipped his cider slowly, his eyes lazil...