1 Yes. A sunny balcony would be nice, I thought, circling another listing in crimson ink. Or maybe a roof garden. I could plant rosemary, and violets. I could paint. I bit the top of my pen and skimmed down the column to another number that didn't threaten to ruin me. 'Sur la rue Villeray. 3 1/2 chauffé. 1 chambre, style ouvert. Plancher bois franc. Disp...
Frosted vapor still rises from the longneck as the chilled glass touches my lips. I'm not supposed to be drinking beer. Big shot corporate lawyers are supposed to drink Scotch neat. Or a classic cocktail like an Old Fashioned. Both options have their merits, but there is nothing quite like the sweet nectar of an icy Miller Lite on a summer night. Yes yes, d...
Legal issues: Kia Jaeger(codename Bast) is an original character and belongs to me. All other characters and core X-men concepts are copyright Marvel, Stan Lee, and other creators. I do not own any of them, nor do I profit from them in any way. Author Note: This story is based upon the story and setup in the comics and takes place at no particular point in...
Sir has specifically asked for a journal entry tonight, so He has something to read when He gets home from work. Personally, i would much rather be in bed and asleep rather than writing this. 1. The last few days have been tough, i've got a hideous cold (yay for Fresher's Flu) and i just have no energy to do anything. This has lead to me getting behind on...
In more 30 years as a practicing (non-professional) Dominant, I've discussed this subject a number of times, with both submissives and Dominants. Some of them had been "lifestyle" for many years, some for only year or two, and others were beginners. The topic was: What is the difference between spankings (or flogging, or caning, etc.) of a "sensual" nature a...
As the bedroom door closed behind them, Anne gave Paul's elbow an affectionate squeeze; "Happy 65th Birthday Paul!" Although both married to other partners, Paul and Anne had been friends for some time and spite of their age gap ~ she was in her thirties ~ they had a relationship that was special to them both. Some months ago now they had met discreetly in...
Sara pressed the Send button. "Let the game begin," she whispered to herself, looking at her watch again. It was just past 10 p.m. "Two hours to go," she said, feeling a tremor of excitement. Two hours. Two days? Four? She never knew. This was how it always began. E-mail. She had thought of it one night after coming across a rerun of an episode of "The X-Fi...
'Do you dream about me? Tell me truthfully. Do you dream about me?' * * * I lay still. An enveloping darkness fastened shut the lids of my eyes, heavy with the black of pre-dawn. Something had stirred me. I lay listening, straining to hear a sound. Nothing. Not a whisper in the trees. Not the mice in the attic. It was the silence of a tomb. Can you ima...
The next day was beautiful, a cloudless blue sky. It was only 7 AM but already quite humid. I relished the cycle to work, the early summer heat, the breeze in my hair, the bare legs of pretty female cyclists at the traffic lights. Parking my bike at the stand, I unlocked our office door and headed for the kitchen to brew a cup of tea. After a few hours the...
When she was able, Jean dressed and left Scott's quarters, thinking it had been a very long time since she had done the walk of shame in yesterday's clothes. She both liked and disliked the taste of her youth. The power of the Phoenix, suppressed as it was, left her able to recover before Emma, but she wasn't in any mood to lord it over the White Queen. The...