The Fickle Rites of Courtship
Trish was sleeping, or pretending to be, when I got home. We’d had a short, petty little spat that morning; yet as short and petty as it was, I had been irritated by it all day. I plodded through work…
Blackmailed And Punished Part Three
Felix slowly closed the door, walked over and set his packages on the bed, never once taking his eyes off of me in my helpless state. He towered over me at 6 foot 4 inches tall and weighing at least…
A Neighborly Secret
I walked through my front door after a long day at work and made my way to the kitchen to pour myself a drink. As I poured myself a fruit juice, I looked out of the kitchen window and could…