Heather could not take her eyes off him as he walked across the room, stopping at a couple of tables to chat briefly. Making it ever closer to the chair right next to her. What then? She should run. Excuse herself, and just leave. Go back to her cabin and stay there until they docked in Bergen, then take a straight flight home. Home? Was it any more? Witho...
Other Thoughts... He is younger than her. Not one year or two years or even five years which could, kind of, fall into the age-mate category and be justifiable. He is younger by fifteen years. By no standard is that acceptable either to her world, or his, or even generally. It is not a non-issue that could disappear into mainstream society anywhere in the...
Leviathan: "There has to be a way to reverse this!" Leviathan wasn't meaning to yell at the old healer, but he could not help himself. Anastasia had gone too far. "I mean how did it work in the first place, she is a demon now." "Like I have been saying for weeks, I can only assume that because you delivered your mark before her transition it created a loop...
The doorbell was insistent. It rang and rang. Then it rang and rang again. When it rang a third time following a pregnant pause, and commenced continuous ringing, I roused myself from my nice warm divan bed, despite one broken corner supported on a pile of books, and stumbled the five or six feet to the front door of my crappy one-room studio flat, where the...
It was one of her favourite parts of the day. That small window of time that she was by herself. Work was finished and she was on the train headed home. Often she caught herself people watching, mostly while on the platform waiting for her connection. Making up stories in her mind of where they had been and where they were going, especially if she saw the sa...
One Night in London Amanda distractedly tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear as the train left Reading. Not long now and she would reach her destination, London. She wasn't meeting her daughter until tomorrow morning but didn't want to be travelling in the early morning, instead preferring to travel down the evening before and stay in a hote...
There was loud music emanating from the closed door in front of me. I took a deep breath and walked up to the entrance, two men in black, leather jackets flanking either side of the door. They both wore dark shades even though it was at night and their well-built bodies sent shivers down my spine. As I approached the door, one of them held out his hand and...
Tuesday 13th October 1998, Portsmouth Sophie's Flat I return to the flat wearing the red silk scarf on my left wrist. I am also holding in a cardboard tube my signed slave contract. My Master, as that is now how I think of him, has mentioned he will start to send me emails about BDSM etiquette and a sort of BDSM 101. He has told me it is important to look a...
This follows on from the first 'Dear John'. If you haven't read it, it won't matter much! Poor John has little understanding of the written word and if a phrase is in italics it usually indicates it is John's work, not that of the author telling his stories for him ;-) ;-) ;-) ;-) Poor John was devastated. He thought he was in with a chance with his Nude...
Jamie was admiring herself in the mirror, she had finished her make up, her hair was perfect and her wedding dress fitted perfectly as well. She was very excited and looking forward to marrying her soul mate, Mark. As they had both been married previously, the wedding was to be a simple affair, with some close friends from their "club" There was a loud kno...