Archive | 26.11.2009
- Phone Call
Helen leaned back on the couch, pinched the phone between her shoulder and her ear, and continued, "Betty, you got to understand, it wasn't pretty, it never is. I need the drugs, so he gets whatever he wants. I don't really care, as long as I get the stuff, that's all it is about for me. Sex, hell, he brings me the candy he can do anything to me. Well, almost anything, the last time with him was pretty bad, I didn't deserve that. "I needed the drugs, my hands were shaking and I was in pain. Well ... more
- A Story
Late December on the shores of Lake Huron is a dichotomy of sensations. A cold blistery snow and a howling wind, in contrast with the soft warm glow of a fire. She trembled slightly on the soft wool rug in front of the fire as he gently tied the satin ribbons about her ankles, opening her to the firelights and shadows playing across the cabin walls. She had never tried to pleasure him in such a way before but this was what he wanted to try. She glanced back over her soft shoulder as he gently rubbed ... more