Cleo kneels before me, silently. She knows she's erred, and that I'm going to punish her, but she just hopes that I don't use my Stimulant, which is ten straightened wire coat hangers tied together at the end with a chain. "Husk, please...I know I deserve punishment, but please don't be too hard on me, Master." Listen to her whine, my lord. Having her brea...
Lynne looked through her closet, looking for options to meet his parents at the airport. Leif was lying on the bed, wearing a smug, satisfied and relaxed expression from their morning lovemaking. He'd deliberately chosen a late flight so they had some time for some early morning lovemaking. He mentioned that he wouldn't be able to stand going a whole day...
Jennifer had been visiting another farm to discuss the sale of some horses and, on impulse she decided to take the long way home. Her route took her down a dirt road she occasionally traveled that led from the main highway to her farm . It was a very scenic drive, and she didn't mind taking it because she had plenty of time and did enjoy wandering the back r...
Sometimes, a hobby is more than a hobby. Dominic reflected on this truth while absently rustling through his pockets for whatever change he could find to pay for the bus. Sometimes a hobby is a means to an end. A subconscious expression of deepest feelings. Sometimes a hobby sets you free. The rain seemed to grow heavier as the evening wore on, and as night...
Crump, crump, crump. The sound of the snow underfoot is oddly comforting. It is over 50 years since I heard the sound regularly as a child and youth in England. Since arriving in Australia, it has been a very rare sound indeed. But it always brings back the memories of freezing fingers and toes, yet laughter and gaiety as snowballs were thrown and toboggans...
The Clinton Enterprises Saga - Part 9 - Fall Days in Vermont Chapter 18 - Tense Times in Cambridge An upgraded business class seat on the way home from my London meetings with Sung and Janice allowed me time to collect my thoughts about the priorities of the next few weeks. The Joint Venture was important, of course, but Anna's and my embedded processor st...
A NOTE TO YOU WONDERFUL READERS from this humble storyteller wannabe. First, thank each and every one of you have read my stories, especially those who took the time to write and leave comments. Each was and is greatly appreciated. I think I can see a difference between what I have just redone and published and those I first submitted. Yes, as so many of you...
"Don't think you'll be able to break me so easily," Betty scoffed. Her pride was admirable, considering her position. We were in Elise's guest room and I had Betty tied to the bed with a bandana covering her eyes. Her legs were in the air, forcefully spread with ropes leading to the headboard where her wrists were bound. With her body in such a position, he...
A story set in rural upstate New York State in the early 1970's... *** Mac Green chuckled to himself when he saw the neighbor girl from the other end of Neversink Road on her bike coming down the gentle hill in his direction on her way towards town, which was yet another 3/4 of a mile further on past Mac's modest farmhouse. "Neither rain nor sleet..." Mac...
The next time I glanced in the rear view mirror, an unrecognizable tramp looked back at me. Every inch of my face glistened in the stifling heat of the tow truck cab. A milky streak of Willis's sperm ran up my cheek to my forehead, contrasting with my brown skin. More of it dangled from my limp, matted hair. Willis had lasted all of three minutes before he c...