MICHELLE’S POV The alarm was buzzing, and I couldn’t understand why. We never set it to go off on Sundays. I tried to open my eyes as best as I could. It was only 9 a.m.! I reached over and tried to shut the darn thing off. After a couple of failed attempts, I finally found my target. The awful noise stopped. I turned around realized that James was no longer in the bed with me. “James?” No answer. I got out of bed and hea...

Halloween was here. Well almost, anyway - everyone knows Halloween isn't really here until the sun goes down.I'd been looking forward to sundown, and the dark that follows after. I was going to a party, and boy was I overdue to cut loose a little.Let me explain. I'd recently divorced, just gotten the final decree in the mail, so I was officially a free man once again. The marriage didn't last long but the final death spir...

The problem with a Christmas Party for a company that works deep in the defence industry is that there are few personal contacts between employees in different parts of the organisation. It is clearly illegal to discuss one’s work with anyone not assigned to your particular project, so each Section tends to socialise as a group and don’t really get to know people from other sections. This was very evident in the groupings...

It was about midday when we pulled up to the holiday house after a very long drive. We had set off a good three hours beforehand and had only just arrived. We being myself, both parents and my younger brother. Following Finch, my dad’s friend, our cars rolled carefully down the dirt path and curved at the bottom around the side of the huge building that was going to be our home for the next couple of days. My dad parked u...

It was Sunday afternoon. Kara and Dirk were sunbathing in the courtyard. She had been living with him for three weeks. She reminded him, "Don't forget you have to pick up what's-his-name." Dirk glanced at his watch, then looked over his newspaper at Kara. "I've still got a little time. His name, by the way, is Tim Taylor." Kara offered Dirk a bottle of suntan lotion. He looked at it quizzically. "But it’s late in the day...

“I have a confession to make,” said Bell.“Isn’t that the point?” asked Cindy.“Well, yeah. But... I got us ‘confessing’ about our first times because I’ve been too chickenshit to tell you all about my fucked up life,” she said. Bell took a deep draught from the flask as if to prove she still needed liquid courage. “I’ve wanted to tell you all for so long, but I’m not sure you’ll see me… No. I know you won’t see me the same...

It had been nine days since I was officially made the cuck, and all of my husband privileges were removed. Sara wears his ring now, and the only time that she kisses me in front of Doug is when they go to bed. We do still kiss passionately, but only in private. There was a new restaurant in town. It had only been open for two weeks and we decided to give it a try. Sara was wearing a gorgeous black dress and she looked sen...

“Doesn’t it bother you when he does that?” Whitfield discreetly whispered under the chatter of the surrounding cocktail party guests. “Does what?” I asked, already knowing to what he was referring. “Flirts with women like that!” answered my former physics professor turned friend and returning crew member for our most recent MI-6 assignment. “It’s rather salacious, don’t you think Deetz? I mean the whole Crown knows you an...

The ballroom is packed with people. I walked over to the bar which is set up along one of the walls and order a Dry Martini with an olive. A few men look at me and smile, but I ignore them. There is a band playing in one corner and people are dancing, long dresses, short dresses, white, pink, and a lot of black. Men in dark suits or tuxedos, there is cigar smoke in the air and the smell of money, big money. I see you stan...

(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history.)Chapter 2Down in the cafeteria, Frederick had finally made his nervous trek over to Sophie."Ehm, hi." Frederick looked down at British girl who just took a bite of pasta."Oh." Sophie chewed and swallowed her food as she looked up at the blond haired guy standing there. She had seen him in class before and had found him rather cute the...

My wife Alexa decided that we should take a weekend trip up to Napa from San Francisco to get away from the city for a few days. She was always dragging me on these little Northern California road trips because she said that it’s good for your mind to have new experiences. I am more of a home body myself and would have just as well spent the entire weekend at home browsing the internet. But Alexa is pretty willful, so I u...

It was a Saturday morning and I had to go into the office to catch up on some work. My office is a small one, in a multi-tenant office suite in a rather upscale office building. I was getting coffee in our common are a break area when I first saw her enter the suite of offices, looking around. She stood about five foot tall and was very petite. She scrunched her long jet black hair up using her well-manicured fingers and...

Mrs. Berg was a petite redhead soccer mom married to Mr. Berg who was a wealthy real estate mogul. She spent most of her time driving her five children either from sports practice, piano classes, ballet classes or any of the other afternoon activities that the children had. When she wasn’t in her Mercedes minivan she was managing an army of maids, gardeners, and chefs that made up the Berg household. Apart from that she a...