BDSM. Rest in der Lust I - 01 (part2) Spn Oculté lo mejor que pude lo que sucedió aquel día y dejé pasar el resto del mes con aparente normalidad, deseando no volver a cruzarme con él. Me movía por los sitios necesarios y picoteaba algunas cosas en el descanso sin involucrarme demasiado con los demás o con las zonas del campus en las que hubiera una mínima posibilidad de verle.BDSM. Rest in der Lust I - 01 (part2) Spn4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
Los exámenes estaban próximos, los nervios y presiones se notaban en el ambiente de la universidad. Días de dormir poco entre apuntes y café. La carrera de Historia del arte tenía miles de cosas que memorizar, fechas, nombres extranjeros, estilos, arquitectura, pintura, escultura, ciudades, culturas...
Por otro lado, algunos de los alumnos de Bellas Artes e Ilustración, empezaban con las prisas por terminar trabajos antes de las fechas de entrega, algunos podían verse pintando cuadros en el patio a la hora del almuerzo, o recolectando materiales que poder usar en sus
house call fantasy“No one does house calls.” You complain one night.house call fantasy3 days ago in Short Stories
“It exists in porn world.” I tell you, which makes you laugh.
“What if we did that?” You ask.
I roll over onto my side and stare at you. “Porn?” I ask.
You laugh. “House calls, dear. What if you were the patient and I preformed a house call? Tell me and then we’ll act it out.”
I stare at you and then I begin.
I live in a house on the hill. A yellow house with plenty of windows and blue trim. The house overlooks a beautiful lake with a little pier. The grass is green and soft under bare feet. It’s a little house, quiet and cozy. You walk up the hill, carrying your little bag. I’ve left the purple clear tinted door open for you, and you immediately walk in. Each room is better decorated that the last, each with a cozy feel. Striped easy chairs, floral couches, artsy lamps.
But you don’t want to hear about the house. You want to hear about the exam.
Painful Equality - Part 11 The next few months passed much like the months before. We went to work. Frank took his shots. I accompanied him to about half of his check-ups. He was doing well. Progressing beautifully according to the doctors. As we entered his second trimester, he started to complain about the extra weight that he was carrying and gaining more of. He also swears that he felt the baby kick, but everything I tried to feel it along with him I didn't feel anything. By his third trimester I had to buy him his own bed and a new chair that could now support his back and elevate his feet that were either swollen or in pain from also carrying the extra weight that they didn't think they were made to deal with. Which is a little true.Painful Equality - Part 111 day ago in Introductions & Chapters
Once he was comfortable and no longer in pain, it was only a matter of time before I would find him being in awe of his condition and that he was carrying our son.
“Fucking Pricks!” I heard before the front d
Valentine's day with a cardiophileCupid is standing at my door.Valentine's day with a cardiophile3 days ago in Short Stories
Except it’s not really cupid.
It’s Matt from the film club.
I almost didn’t recognize him without his black turtle neck.
“Hi, Kate!” He announces.
“Matt, you look great!” I say, returning his grin
“Ah, but I am not Matt! Today, I’m cupid! At your service, m'lady!” He said, bowing.
My roommate Jessica moans. “Its 6 in the morning. Don’t you people sleep?” She demands.
“Happy Valentine’s day, um...um…”
“Jessica.” I whisper.
“Face it, Kate. He doesn’t know my name.” Jessica throws herself out of bed and walks over to the door. She stares at Matt’s homemade costume: white wings, a brown arrow bag over his shoulder, a white tank top, white shorts with red hearts, and of course, a red fabric heart pinned into his ponytail. He bows to her, taking his non bow holding hand in hers.
“Ah, fair maiden, please forgiveth me! A t
Felina's checkupmy early V-day gift to everyone!!Felina's checkup3 days ago in Short Stories
It was Valentine’s Day.
And Felina hated Valentine’s Day.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like holidays. How could she, considering she was born on Christmas day?
She didn’t mind Easter or Halloween, but Valentine’s Day was her least favorite. It could be traced back to kindergarten when little Timmy took the valentine she hand made, the one she worked 20 minutes on, and tore it up right in front of Felina's horrified eyes.
Needless to say, she never forgave him.
There was only one thing Felina loved about Valentine’s Day: the celebration of hearts. Felina loved hearts, especially her own. She loved to hear it beating nice and strong, each beat faster than the last. She loved feeling it pound underneath her shirt and watching it beat while she laid down.
Yes, Felina loved her heart. But there was one thing she loved most:
Having her heart listened to. Felina loved it. She loved the feeling of a cold stethoscope place
Painful Equality - Part 10 “Paul told me not to get you these, but I just had to even if you never wear them,” Kari said as she handed me a box. It was our baby shower, but I still expected most, if not all, of the gifts to be given to Frank. Everyone looked on as I pulled off the ribbon and then the blue and white stripped wrapping paper. I lifted the lid of a box that was about one by two feet to find two tee-shirts folded next to each other that had writing on them. I picked up one and read it out loud.Painful Equality - Part 102 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
“I'm not fat, I'm pregnant.” I looked over at Kari.
“That one is for Frank,” she explained. “The other one is yours,” she said with a wide smile still on her face. I handed that one to man sitting next to me and reached for the other tee, half convinced that I already knew what it said.
“I'm not pregnant, I'm fat.” I once again looked in Kari's direction.
Painful Equality - Part 9 I sat next to a bed, in a hospital room, which Frank was laying in as he surfed the video feeds. I looked down at my watch again. Only two minutes had passed since the last time and I think my heart rate had spiked a little. I was about to reach for my phone, to let the office know that I was going to be later than I first told them, when the door to the room opened. Dr. Lairs, our M.D.T. assigned doctor, walks into the room. He wasn't looking at us as he came to a stop at the foot of the bed. Once he had completed reading what he wanted, he raised his head and flashed us a smile.Painful Equality - Part 93 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
“Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Teal,” he greeted us.
“Doctor,” I answered back.
“Dr. Lairs,” Frank said instead.
“So how has your day being going so far?” he asked as he tried to connect with us again. I didn't blame him for trying to make something out of his day and ge
1,001 Bondage Nights 74Officer Dane steps carefully through the apartment, canvassing the area, looking carefully over everything with her beady eyes the color of ripe plums. Very short, with tanned skin and an hourglass build visible through her blue uniform, her fine, wavy, neck-length hair is the color of desert sand. She has an elegant nose and hollow cheeks.1,001 Bondage Nights 743 days ago in Short Stories
“Officer Dane!” someone calls out.
Dane hurries back to the main crime scene to be confronted by Detective Johnson, the investigating officer, and a CSI named Valentina.
The normally-cheerful detective has slanted blue eyes and fine, white hair combed carefully back. He has a narrow build and wears a dark grey suit. Behind him, CSIs are still at work recording the crime scene; Dane can see the chalk outline where the victim was left bound and gagged in her apartment while the robbers had their way with her. “Hello, officer Dane,” the older detective says with a smile. “I need to ask you to help us with somet