Dear readers: Thank you for all the comments and feedback I have gotten on this essay – mostly pretty positive. I have revised it in a few paragraphs that seemed a bit off and provoked the most negative comments. These had to do with women's feelings about clothing and fashion, and about the idea of playing with relationships. I hope this version has better...
A week passed reasonably uneventfully, catching up with family and the usual things that happen when on overseas holidays. My mind never strayed far from the previous weekend, when the amazing young woman with her butterfly belt did incredible things to my mind. The day of the wedding arrives and I am tingling as I get myself ready. I take extra care gettin...
I would like to extend my thanks across the pond to Bluestargrrrl for her wonderful editing and for the kind words she shared. I am in your debt fair lady. Role playing. Both Jan and Jonathan had played a bit with the idea, nothing serious, just a little added fun. She had sung for him once, picking him up in a bar, a fantasy of his which she had helped bri...
Captured CIA Agent The CIA Agent had become separated from her squad during the raid on the Columbia drug compound. The goons had grabbed her and dragged her deep into the jungle. Now she lived in the confines of the compound of the notoriously brutal Drug Lord Sancho Martinez . Sancho could not believe his luck, that he now possessed a beautiful, educated,...
CHAPTER 5 "Oh my god, I'm late for work!" exclaimed Lisa as she hurried to change her clothes and leave the house. Today was her meeting with HR at Browning. A month had gone by since Lisa and Ryan celebrated his employment. During that time frame, both husband and wife concluded that it was time for her to move on from the bank. The main reason was Mark,...
Morning had come, and breakfast was already over. Tara still lay against the log with Epona in her arms. The slave had slept little, and neither, in consequence, had Tara. The warrior peered down at the curly head that lay pillowed on her breast. Epona's cheeks were flushed, and her face was twisted in pain. Tara brushed a hand over the slave's forehead; it...
This novelette is coming about because my wife reads these types of stories. She buys them on Amazon, and I know about them because I then get "recommended reading for me" from Amazon, with similar themes. My wife is a totally rational human being who would never, ever, in a million years, enjoy the reality, but loves the fantasy. We've played a little with...
Another night, another show. Rex had played this song many times, fingering the bass notes on his Fender Precision, fast and furious, dancing around his side of the stage, mugging at the front rows of the audience and playing off the other guys in the band. From the stage, most places look pretty much the same: piles of speakers and bright lights to the side...
Another night, another show. Rex had played this song many times, fingering the bass notes on his Fender Precision, fast and furious, dancing around his side of the stage, mugging at the front rows of the audience and playing off the other guys in the band. From the stage, most places look pretty much the same: piles of speakers and bright lights to the side...
Mxyzptlk, fifth dimension imp of tremendous power and professional trouble-maker by trade, was bored. Bored bored bored. So bored that he sometimes turned into a wooden board, which also got him annoyed. His normal activity, harassing Superman, had lost its flavor. The boyscout had gotten too good at tricking him into leaving. He had tried switching opponent...