Maria gains consciousness to darkness. Something is not right. Her eyes are open but she cannot see anything. Faint yellow light filters through the fabric that covers her eyes. Even more disturbing, are her hands, bound above her head with large restraints. She feels the surface of wood on the back of her hands. She struggles against them but it only raise...
In an unfamiliar room Craig stumbles through the dark and steps on a toy. Reaching out for balance he falls onto the bed. His head spinning with drunkenness he reaches down and massages the pain out of his foot. He had gone out with his friends Taylor and Melissa. Having had a few too many they offered to let him stay the night and sleep in their son's playr...
~~~~~~ Note: this is my first essay submitted to the site, and I am curious to see the thoughts it generates, so please take a moment and tell me what you think. ~~~~~ My Daily Reminder that a commitment to the D/s lifestyle must be taken seriously. In my research I came across some writings that helped me understand many things about the life I lead. Tha...
This past summer, my boyfriend and I spent a few days in Southern Italy. We were in a café near Pompeii when I noticed this creepy guy staring at us for an uncomfortably long time. My boyfriend happens to be black. I am a fair-skinned blonde. I finally decided to go over and ask him if he had a problem with a white girl being in a relationship with a black g...
Jeff wakes up finding the bed empty next to him. Lauren is nowhere to be found. He initially thinks maybe she got up early to go to the gym or maybe she is making breakfast, but then he remembers the events of last night. Immediately his stomach sinks and he thinks that he has ruined their marriage. He doesn't know what to expect from her today. He gets dr...
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We're driving through my wife's old town when we pass a restaurant named "Carlos O'Kelly's." The name always stood out to me. And as I've been doing for the last hour, I make a dumb comment, "it's your favorite place, right?" "No." She says. "I mean, I've probably eaten there at some point...." Of course she'd eaten there at some point; Carlos O'Kelly's is...
It is a Sunday afternoon in the early fall. One of those early fall days where it is warm during the day, but there is something in the air tells you pumpkin spice is just around the corner. Sam and Stephanie unload their moving truck into their new Chicago home. Sam's job gave him the opportunity to move they just had to leave their family and friends back...
NIGHT –EXTERIOR The theme music fades and the still photo of the Conner house establishes that the porch light is off. CUT TO – INTERIOR –LIVING ROOM The house is dark but the television is on. The set is throwing out a bluish light on the worn couch but there is no sound. ROSEANNE CONNER, wife, mother and restaurant owner, emerges from the basement/her wr...
It all started so innocently. She was looking for a pen pal to pass the time at work. I was looking for someone who was interested in reading my stories. I took a chance and answered her ad figuring that it would be a week's worth of fun, then fizzle. I was excited when she responded. Her reply was fun and full of promise. It simply said, "An Email friend, h...