"As ships pass in the night, sometimes more is required"
We touchedFor the briefest of momentsYet,Long enough to knowThat more is required,And soonPatience maybe required.Yet anticipationDemandsAnother touch. I may glimpse your shadowOr,Dwell in a place that you have been.Your scent,Forever etchedDeep within, a precious memory. There you are againYou are with company,And...
"Marie worries that her boss has discovered her spanking fetish."
A bell-like tinkling from Marie’s phone announced the arrival of a text as she pulled into her space at Kindling & Associates. Marie felt a tinge of sadness when she read the message. It was from the postal service and...
"It wouldn’t be long before James would be here but I just couldn’t wait."
I had been home all day, pacing the floorboards and waiting for James to arrive. I had taken an early flight to our holiday home and because of work, he would be following a day behind me.I tossed and turned...
"She found the perfect dress and he fucked her in it."
I’m not a huge fan of shopping, it’s fair to say. The traipsing around, the, “can I help you, sir?” The indecision, the waiting, the trying not to get caught flirting with the cuter shop assistants. But it’s all worthwhile...
"Part of an ongoing series about Annabelle's search."
It was Sunday afternoon, and I was ready. The apartment was neat and tidy again, and my laundry was clean, damp, and bagged by the front door. When Steve left last night, I wasn't thinking clearly enough to ask him...
"Melissa’s anticipation grew and grew – until she was at breaking point."
Melissa paced the floorboards of her flat; it was a waiting game after all. She had prepared everything and was ready to go. Her phone pinged and she read the message, prepared a few more things and put on her...
"Suddenly I was homeless and my future uncertain."
My name is Charles Dickredy and I have lived in the Norfolk Broads, in the year of our lord of eighteen thirty eight, for all of my seventeen years. I know not why I relate this story of love and...
The rooms were tidy; spotless, even. She liked it that way and yet the longer she paced through them alone, the more anxious she became. The apartment didn’t look homely enough; it suddenly seemed too clean and clinical. She stood...
"Anna offers some fast food for Steve"
After adding the lunch dishes to what was already in the dishwasher, I started it, and dressed for Mass. I wasn’t sure that Steve would be at St. Michael’s on Sunday, but since he had been at a bar with...
