I was raised a total '90210' girl. I've never made any apologies for that. Born into the sunny glamor of Hollywood, I was raised in the gilded neighborhoods of Beverly Hills. As a child, I was spoiled by a father who ensured I had the best of everything. I was a true fashionista. I mean, you name it, and Daddy gave it to me. My trendy, designer clothes and ridiculously expensive Italian shoes came from the best shops on R...

Bernie's House of BangersBernie's House of Bangers was a little, all-night diner on the corner of Riverside and Grove. It might as well have been on the corner of 'Nowhere' and 'Get Lost' for all the traffic it got. I'd driven by there a hundred times and never given it a second thought. It was only after a long evening of playing the nigh-shift Santa Claus at the local ‘Wally-Mart’ that I decided to give the place a shot...

In the darkest hours of a moonless night, she quietly awakens, not stirring, somehow sensing she is no longer alone. Her limpid eyes peer through the veil, searching wearily, hopefully, for he who has visited only in her dreams. Seeing nothing, she sighs deeply, and lays back into her pillow, resigned to another long and lonely night. Only then, as she gives up hope, does she discern the silhouette of her midnight visitor...

 Twilight was descending as I pulled up the gravel drive. Turning the key, I settled into the evening silence until I could almost hear the increasing beat of my heart. A distinct tingle was pulsing through me and I sat there for a long moment, savoring the anticipation as thoughts of my beautiful, golden-haired pet filled my mind.Simmie had just recently come to live with me. Although she was still in training as my sub,...

How often does love confound us? How often does love perplex? How often does love confuse us?And how often does love cause stress? I've loved enough times to realize It's often far too complex. The battle of wills And the pain it instills Often turns joy into vex. What I long for these days is more subtleIt's something so easy to say.I long for a love with no trouble Just a love that will light up my day. I long for a wom...

"Well, here we are," I announced as our car grew silent. Tara seemed lost in thought as she gazed out at the blazing nighttime display of the Kensington's marque. She had suffered through a myriad of conflicting emotions ever since we were first contacted by Darius, and I could almost feel the turmoil and anticipation coming to a boil in her now."Are you sure about this, babe?” I asked with real concern. "We don't need to...

The Paradise Arcade and Adult Video Store, what a grand name to be wasted on such a fucking dump. The place was filthy, with bare, concrete floors and cheap-ass, home-made wooden shelves filled with used VHS porn tapes that had previously run again and again and again on closed circuit in the arcade.Along with those were a scattering of sex toys, from Ginger Lynn's rubber pussy masturbator to anal plugs that looked thick...

Seven o’clock, the black numbers showed clearly against the silver LED background. Tanner noted the time with a sense of detachment, not concerned or hurried, but with an awareness that his guest would soon arrive. A geisha, Tanner thought while gazing out through the expanse of windows in his penthouse apartment.Tanner rolled the word through his mind again, sampling its meaning as if he could taste its implications. Wou...

I am sitting here, raking my fingers over the dashboard, trying to decide what to do. The unintelligible laughter of children playing down the street is a constant reminder of how exposed I am. My very presence here is a risk, and every minute I stay is another minute someone might notice me parked down the street from her home. Her husband and I don't know each other all that well. Oh, we are close enough to say ‘Hi’ whe...

My wife is as terrified as I, fleeing with me through the dark and constricted alleyways of an old and decrepit city. The air is thick with the stench of refuse and the smell of food cooking over open flames as we pass between the cramped and overcrowded tenements that rise like cliffs around us.This woman, whom I believe to be my wife, pleads with me to find help or escape, but we both know there is none to be found. We...

Together, all our love this night, was forour children’s dreams. Their tiny toys and bits of sweets,safely wrapped beneath our tree. Rewarded by their innocence,their joy of life,and their sweet repose. It warms my heart, and it warms yours, tooto give them all of those. Our family singsand loves and laughs on this Christmas eve. And with themin their happy place,The safety of their dreams. I see you glow as beautifully a...

There was only a hint of a breeze that evening. It was a cold, fresh smelling movement in the air that carried away the growing fatigue Myra felt since that night at the quarry lake. It wasn't that she was physically tired, far from it actually. The room she shared with Bo at the militia's compound was almost as comfortable as a barrack as it was a suite when the building was still a five-star hotel. With almost a full we...

‘What the fuck just happened?’ The thought echoes through me like a shockwave, making my skin tingle as if lightning had just struck a nearby tree. The memories of this night have me feeling raw and exposed. I can sense her taste on my lips, and the subtle remains of her fragrance is lingering on my shirt. If not for these sensations, and the warm burn of her touch on my skin, I wouldn't believe any of it ever happened. Y...

It had been five years since my wife died. I was stuck in a rut. It was as if my life had stalled the day Gina passed away. I was as emotionally healed as I would ever be, yet I lacked the will to go out and start anew. I worked, I came home. I slept, and then I headed back to work again the very next day. My life became a cycle. Rinse and repeat, ad infinitum. Maybe that’s why I allowed Christie to get so close to me. I...

Even as I toiled through the evening, going about the forgettable tasks of my job, my mind was with you. Fingers that pushed a pen, or tapped at the black keys of my board, longed to be caressing the pale softness of your skin. Eyes that focused on numbers and words, longed instead to witness the beautiful rise of your breasts, and the gentle curve of your hips. My body moved as would an automaton, performing the mundane...