Often it’s the little things that change your life. Two lines of an old song, a trace of scent you all but forgot existed, a face in a crowd looking just like someone you knew and cared about… It sparks a thought, encourages a gesture, the little gears get in motion, the synapses start firing.
Twenty-four hours did a lot to ease the agony of that long hour in Bondman’s seedy office, and Ginny Dennison was far better equipped to deal with the memories rationally than when she had come home alone, her face reddened and streaked with tears, the afternoon before. Ginny sat up in bed, ashamed of having
Mary had been an on-line mistress under an alias name for several years when a woman begged one day to be her slave. She knew the woman by the email address as her own neighbor, a woman married to a wealthy man and a total bitch. She couldn’t believe her luck and started her out
Melissa was doing her homework when she heard Bobby come in. It was late, and she knew that would mean his calves and thighs would be hurting him. Coach was pushing his long distance runners hard because for the first time in a long time he had a team that had a real chance at
“Shut the fuck up mother!” Lucy yelled. It was bad enough listening to her teen son in back complaining the whole trip but now her mother was bitching as well. She knew she was lost but they weren’t helping matters. “Well that’s no way to talk to you mother.” Marge replied irritated. “I told you
I have decided to share a story that I have not told anyone in my entire life. After keeping this to myself for so long, I can’t believe I am going to finally share it with the world over the internet. I grew up a pretty normal guy in the 80’s in the suburbs of