Chapter 10 The days past by slowly. Cat wrote, Megan watched DVD's, and Chris drove. They didn't talk. They didn't sleep together. When they stayed at an operator's house, or a hotel, he slept on the floor or a chair. No longer did they touch. That was getting to Cat. Cat regretted blowing up and dragging it out. She wanted to feel Chris against her again...
Truth is quite often stranger than fiction, and I freely admit that this story is way beyond bizarre. I was originally going to put this in the Humor section, but in retrospect it was something that was funnier to see than to read. You had to be there, but only four (maybe 5) of us were. I have placed the story in the fetish category, even though I am not...
The house stood in a quiet suburb of Paris. It called itself a house of assignation rather than a brothel. In the salon, an aging man quietly played the piano. Madam walked into the salon. "Monsieur, what is wrong? Can we do anything for you?" The man continued playing. "Thank you madam, but I do not think there is anything you can do." "Perhaps … let me...
Bente had been with the Kersons for three years now, but it seemed like ages longer. She had first started working for them as a nanny when John, er, Mr. Kerson, had been stationed at the air force base near her village in southern Austria. She had only just turned nineteen, and was a scrawny little kid eager for any job she could get. When Mrs. Kerson had h...
"What have you done to me?" she said, looking in the long mirror, "my God, what's happened to me?" He thought to himself, "Nothing by comparison to what's coming, my dear," but he stayed silent. Instead, he said, "You look amazing. Exciting. A lover's dream." "Oooh nnnooo," she was beginning to scream now as she placed her hands on her waist, "it'll kill...
I drove quickly away. I was thinking about Mary. She told me just before she died that when I'd meet someone it is her wish for me to be happy. And then ovarian cancer took her from me. I wanted to die that evening. Now I am happy I didn't. Holly sat on passenger side. The very seat she used to sit. And we were going my place. "Are we there yet?" She kept a...
Mother was queer. That's what everyone used to call it when a woman lived with a woman. Donna was a few years younger than Mom was. She moved in when I was a senior in high school. She didn't have any legs. We lived in a large town in a large downtown flat in a tall building. The elevator was an essential part of Donna's ability to do things. They worked in...
Sarah stood by the bar later and wondered if it was to late to go home and hide under the duvet. The nerves that she had managed to quell were barely controlled and as she looked into the mirror she didn't even recognise the person staring back at her. The girls in the changing room had weaved their showgirl magic and transformed her into someone she did not...
My Friday night out with the boys had come to basically nothing so after a couple of beers at the pub I decided to call on my girlfriend Nicky who had stayed in that night to study for some upcoming uni exams. When I arrived I was only mildly surprised to find out that the studying had been canned and she was relaxing on the couch watching a movie with one o...
The meeting broke up a lot earlier than I expected. I had about six hours to kill before my flight was to leave, so I decided to call my sister. We rarely had a chance to visit, because I never seemed to make it to Omaha except on business, so this evening would be a rare treat. And it would give me a chance to meet her new husband, Dan, and his daughter Rac...