Part I: Acceptance I can't see; my whole head is covered; even my eyes. In the darkness I hear talking, but it is indistinct. My captors don't understand the situation they have put themselves in. I need to go home, take my meds, and do my exercises. I can't go anywhere because I'm tied, to my knowledge, a chair. From what I gather they used tie wraps, tap...
I woke about four in the morning realizing that Frank was not beside me, as I peered through the darkness I could hear him talking softly on the phone in the attached bath. "No, don't arrest her, if you do she'll have to go before the judge. Just put her in one of the cells away from as many people as possible. It's empty? Great, put her toward the back wh...
Author's Note: this is the final installment of Love On the Run. I hope you have enjoyed it. As always I sincerely welcome comments/feedback. You'll note, particularly in Chapter Sixteen, mention of the kellners of Chicago. Sebastian Kellner's story is told in Out of the Past also available on here. If you enjoyed this story, I recommend checking that one ou...
Author's Note A special thank you to Vintage for his previous contribution to this series. *** Fans cheer loudly throughout the arena as the fireworks go off for the beginning of Thursday Night Smackdown. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen I'm Michael Cole and myself and my partner Tazz would like to welcome you to a very special episode of Smackdown."...
Wide--eyed in the darkness, Carolyn lay awake in her bed staring up at the ceiling. Before she could stop it, another heavy sigh slipped out. There wasn't any getting around it; like it or not, the sun was going to come up. Go to sleep already! Her thoughts chased themselves as they had all night. You're driving yourself crazy with all this worrying. It's...
***This might be of interest: For readers of my other stories, His Sister's Tutor and Choice Matters, this actually can be considered kind of a precursor to them which I had written many, many years before. I had lost the floppy disk this was stored on and by some elaborate circumstance, I stumbled upon it again recently. It might be hard to see but there ar...
*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Ch 1 The 2005 yearbook of St. Thomas Aquinas has the usual groups of photographs; graduating seniors, the other classes, faculty, sports and intramural clubs. In the rear of the book are the various photographs of slices of life at St. Thomas Aquinas for the Sch...
(Author's note: This is one of those stories that pretty much wrote itself. I began with a basic premise, a fantasy, but as the characters developed, it turned into something more. Admittedly, it has a bit of a Deus ex Machina ending, but I hope you enjoy it.) *** "Prostitutes are like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." Okay, so m...
[This story includes (but is not limited to) heterosexual relationships between a man and a woman, another man and the same woman and no cheating. No one gets horns hung on them in this story and no one gets divorced. The people in this story do not actually exist. The places mentioned in the story exist.] ***** Now that I am ready to tell this story I fin...
Her hands were tied behind her back and her mouth covered by a black gag, her dark eyes stared up at him as he stood naked in front of her. She was knelt on the floor, naked and her soft breasts rose and fell quickly with her breathing, he held a black whip in one large hand and she shivered at her hard look on his handsome face. She had disappointed him tod...