She smiled as she entered the elevator of her office building. Emmy Rossum was dressed for work, shrewd heels, a knee length red skirt and a black blouse with a bow on the front. Emmy pursed her lips as she fixed her lipstick. The elevator dinged as she left the elevator and approached her desk. She was always there before her boss, because she knew he liked...
Jonathan and Annabelle had been married for over ten years. They loved each other dearly and had been through both good and bad times. Together, they had always managed to face any storm. But this was not just a storm, it was a full blown hurricane. And the winds had started howling a few months before. Annabelle worked as a secretary, and was perfectly happ...
This is a story that is inspired by what I read about a family in the U.S. So, it chronicles the life of a man and his wife and their children and the changes in their lives. People sometimes, and for a wide variety of reasons, get stupid ideas, that at the time seem like good decisions to them, only to realize later that it was not such a smart idea. S...
(fictional story about fictional characters in the public domain) This story takes place after the last episode of the series. As Sharona Fleming went over her final wedding arrangements in her head, she couldn't help pausing and, once again, be amazed at how immensely the Dexter Larson case had affected her life. Dexter Larson had been the Hugh Hefner-...
For an hour or so the same email was open on her screen. No matter how many times she read it the message hadn't changed. Her best friend had sent her soon to be ex boyfriend an email saying 'I missed you last night. I can't wait until you're inside me again. And again. And again!' The email had been sent to her and not her boyfriend and the more she tho...
Here we explore the subculture of "sleepy sex," where one or more participants assume the role of a cadaver. This fetish may range from benign to murderous. Our tale, however, relies on liquor, licentiousness and latex. I take the liberty of setting the story in a funeral home. In reality, the cemetery or mortuary would be far too perilous an arena. Anonymit...
"It's beautiful" Melinda said as they pulled onto the large plot of land and continued to drive slowly up the grassy road towards the house in the distant. In the field on their left a few horses roamed freely in the sunshine. And in the field to their right some Cattle grazed lazily on the plush grass. "Yeah. What's the catch?" Tom replied, agreeing with...
Sheriff Jacob Creech might been born in the dark, but it wasn't last night. Days without a rape were something he cherished at this point but he knew that day two weeks ago that Angela was just in a better position to deny it then most. Truth is, he had just breathed a real sigh of relief when he saw Angela walking bow legged the next day. That by itself wo...
It was 1 am and Catherine was fast asleep. It had been a long, hard day. She had been working overtime for a week and had realized that she wasn't even eating enough, let alone getting sleep and rest. More than that, she was worried about Archie, her husband. He often looked frustrated when she came home after dinnertime and left for work very early. She kne...
There wasn't a cloud in the early spring sky and the groundskeepers had the grass long, thick and green in anticipation of the day's expected onslaught of 30,000 people. "What a perfect day for the Easter Egg Roll," Jake thought, as he and Catherine carefully made their way across the White House lawn. Jake had been apprehensive about Catherine's safety am...