Her pulse raced as the plane sat at the end of the runway, she loved flying but the taking off and landing always made her nervous. Minutes later she relaxed as the plane leveled off, she sat back and thought of the weekend she was to have, excited but also nervous. She was excited because she had never been to New York, all the sites she would see, The Em...
Laura stretched out her long slim legs until her stripy woolly socks pushed up against Jack's legs. At first Jack slid further up the sofa, but Laura's feet caught up with him and once again playfully kicked him. With no room left to move, he paused the movie and looked over at his giggling girlfriend. "Am I in your way?" he asked, as he used his cuffed han...
We ambled aimlessly through the soft, crystalline blanket of white. The dreamy shroud of night obscured our visual perception, nevertheless, heightening our hearing. The rhythmic whoosh of water crashing against rocks soothed us. Brandon had finally shown me his secret place--the kind of place where people searched their souls, heightened their perceptions,...
Chapter 5 - Selfie Up to this point in his mind the suit had been the invading other. Something devouring him. Something that wasn't shaping him so much as shaping itself over him. But the suit no longer existed. To think of his body as costumed was absurd. He could only feel himself, the volume of his body in the coolness of his apartment hallway. His roun...
This is a short story I wrote when I watched a short silent movie on a TV channel. There was no dialogue in the movie so I was challenged to convey their stories in words. I added a little twist here and there: the feeling description, the past memories and the interpretation of the silent scenes. This is merely a little exercise to my narrative writing skil...
The cage is ready, in the corner of the room, away from the door. Inside has been placed a thin wool blanket and my "seat." This seat is simply a square piece of wood, above a small spool, on which have been placed a rather large rubber dildo to the front and a smaller, thinner anal plug to the rear. I see it, and know some of what is to come as I am prepare...
The massage finished. I look at the rise and fall of your breasts in the candle light as shadows slowly ripple up and down them, and I know you are asleep. Rising, I leave you to rest. I walk up a set of stairs to a room on the second level. I check to see that all is ready. Every detail of the evening laid out in its place . . . everything ready for you....
This story is copyrighted (c), all rights reserved. If you wish to use it please contact the author. *** Grace sat in her black mourning dress and waited, her hands composedly resting in her lap. From her bedroom she could hear every noise in the house. She heard the brisk steps of her personal maid rushing up the stairs to take advantage of the extra time...
The smell of stale popcorn and fresh cotton candy fills my head as I step into the chaos. An amusement park is one of the only places that you can be a 35 year old grown man who has a 9-5 accountant position, and act like an 8 year old kid all day and not be looked at with an odd expression. Parents have eager children pulling at their arms to go to the next...
We gathered at a picnic table we'd commandeered earlier in the evening and spread out the goodies. The edible goodies, I mean. One of the guys got a small fire going to burn the weenies and brats. Larry came over and slid onto the bench beside me. "So, dude, how are things between you and Janice?" "Fine, I think. Why?" He shrugged and looked away. "I hear...