My name is Steve, and I am what you call an aspiring artist, so I am always embarking on different adventures to find inspiration. Previously, I was an accountant, but I quickly learned it was a profession I didn't have a genuine passion for. I didn't know where my life would lead me, but I knew I needed to find something soon. One day, I was looking out at...
Notes from the author: Hello again. Good news and bad news on this chapter. Bad news is there is no sex. And it's a little shorter than I wanted it to be. The good news is that it's hot. Be advised that this chapter does feature some humiliation and degradation, which you can generally expect to be up there on my list of favorite things and it will often s...
I had been working the overnight shift at the warehouse for the last few months. The work was okay and it paid the bills. I was still able to keep my apartment. I was downsized months ago and my savings had started to dwindle. I was thankful for finding something. But truthfully I didn't really worry. I had been doing some photography work on the side. And I...
"That piece certainly shows promise. But it needs more. It lacks fluidity, it seems rigid. I would sum it up by saying it needs more heart, less inhibition." Fulton Davis was the critic and mentor who always tried to help young artists at the annual community art show. It helped when they actually had talent. With gray hair and steely gray eyes he had a dist...
Finally, the house next door sold. It had been on the market and empty for well over a year, and the Templetons, Arlo and Victoria, had worried about what might become of it. Continuing to sit empty, it must certainly be affecting property values in their up-scale neighbourhood. What if it were purchased on spec, by some off-shore corporation or investor, wi...
A New Beginning Melissa slipped into the departmental office, her feet feeling sticky and sweaty in the pumps she had hastily shoved on. She looked around and saw the visitors' chairs were empty. Then Professor Gavin's office door opened and the departmental admin stepped out. When he saw Melissa, he nodded back to the office and whispered, "They just went...
At about four p.m. yesterday, I discovered I'd left my design portfolio on the kitchen counter. I was supposed to meet with the board of directors at 5:30 and if I didn't have that portfolio, I was screwed. So I called my wife, Alora, and begged her to bring it to me. Let me just say—I have an amazing wife. Alora is a gorgeous brunette with a killer body a...
Unexpected "I told you, the date was fine," I huffed as I picked apart my lunch. I met Lara between classes per her request—I regretted that decision. She wanted details from Friday night, and I would have rather had my fingernails pulled out, one by one, with rusty pliers. I didn't want to relive that flop of a date or the mediocre sex that followed; eve...
Introduction Charlie Fairbanks-Green, now calling himself Charlie Green, arrived in Manhattan from London to begin a new life without mom. He'd lived for twenty-six years with his mother originally Sylvia Fairbanks-Utting, who married and became Sylvia Fairbanks-Green and then two years ago remarried to become Sylvia Fairbanks-Morrison. Fortunately for Cha...
Rain fell in endless sheets upon the pavement as a hooded figure walked staunchly forward. The figure's face was pointed downward, and it was clear by the way they were walking that they were less than pleased to be out in the elements. The sun had set hours before, and the streetlights reflected eerily against the slick road. The sidewalks were almost ent...