Part 4 Beyond Dreamscape
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Please read the chapters in order. There is a very important message before Chapter 1.
Chapter 9
Awww, poor baby.
Pam walked to the library to continue reading the book on dreams. I gave her cash to pay for lunch and for whatever else she needed then dressed and drove down the mountain to meet with Ron, my general manager. I made a mental note to call my bank and have Pam added to my credit card account.
Walking into our company office, I saw Cheryl, my assistant. After greetings, she expressed surprise. ‘Tom, you look great. Has something good happened?’
‘Why do you ask?’ I couldn’t help but smile.
‘You look different… happier than normal.’
‘You mean for normal when I return from the cabin?’ I grinned.
‘Yeah, I suppose.’
‘You’re right. I had a great week and was able to begin focusing on the future for the first time in a long time.’
‘I’m thrilled. It’s been a really rough time for you.’
‘And I’m sure I made it rough on you, Ron and a lot of our team. I apologize for that. Cheryl, you’re the best staff assistant it’s possible to have and I just haven’t treated you that way in a long time. Can you forgive me?’
Tears came to her eyes and she reached her hand to me.
‘Of course. We all love you Tom and we know your world almost ended when Lydia died. You’re a wonderful man but you just haven’t been yourself. We understand that.’
‘Are you available for lunch tomorrow? I’d like to take you and Ron out.’
‘Sure, I was going to meet my daughter but we can do that some other time.’
‘Good. Can you call Mandi and see if we can get a table at the Rudder for around noon?’
‘Sure.’
I walked to Ron’s office and waited while he yelled at one of our suppliers. Evidently, this guy had delivered some substandard steaks that our chef refused to serve. He promised to give us credit and deliver a new shipment immediately. I wished all such calls ended that well.
‘Hey boss! How’s it going?’
‘Ron, it’s good to be back. What were the numbers for last week?’
‘They were good. The Bistro is up 5% over the same week last year, the Place is up nearly 9% and the Rudder is up 3%. We launched the new radio ad spot on Monday and saw a pickup in reservations this past weekend. I got your message about adding rabbit to our menu at Bistro and Tim loved the idea. He’s searching for a supplier now and is planning to work up some dishes for you to try. Did you see that in a restaurant at the lake?’
‘No, I went up to Greenville for a couple of days and had it for dinner in a restaurant there. It was delicious. I don’t know of anyone around here serving it, do you?’
‘No, I don’t. You know your dad had an idea one time to serve various game dishes in the fall and winter. It didn’t go over so well but times have changed. I think people are more adventurous now. Tim said that he would also like to try elk and venison dishes.’
‘You know, that gives me an idea. Why don’t we have a contest between the cooking staffs to come up with the best dish from non-traditional meat or fish?’
‘That sounds like fun. What rules do you want?’
‘Let all the chefs know that they can order sample sizes of any meat or fish they want and have three-person teams compete to see what they can do. It must be an original dish and contain at least two sides. Each team can do two separate entries. The winning team members will be given two extra days of paid vacation and all the bragging rights they want.’
‘That’s a great idea, also very generous. So your idea would be to put some of these dishes on the menu?’
‘Why not. Let’s shake things up a bit and have some fun.’
‘Who would be the judge?’
‘My dad plus one other person to be named later.’
‘Uh, okay. That works for me. Can we announce it during the staff call tomorrow morning?’
‘That’d be fine.’
‘Tom, something’s happened with you. I haven’t seen you this happy in five years. What gives?’
‘I’m finally looking forward and not back. This has been a watershed week for me, Ron, and I’ve finally been able to come to terms with Lydia’s death. I can’t give you all the details right now but I will soon.’
‘Does it involve a new woman?’
I grinned and said, ‘Maybe.’
He paused and then grinned. ‘Okay, I’ll wait until your ready but I’m very happy for you. It’s good to have the old you back.’
‘Thanks buddy. Now let’s talk about my plan to meet with the employees.’ I handed him a printout of the schedule he had emailed me. ‘I’ve marked the individuals I’d like to meet with and a suggested time for each one. It’s going to take me a couple of weeks to get to everyone but I think it’s well worth me doing.’
‘What do you want me to tell them? This is going to scare them to death if we don’t tell them the reason ahead of time.’
‘Let’s tell them that I’ve been very impressed with their work and I want to personally thank them.’
He smiled. ‘I think that’ll work.’ Ron quickly looked over the schedule and agreed it was doable.
‘You mentioned meeting several of our former employees and taking them to lunch. You want to do that, say, in about three weeks?’
‘Yes, or whenever they can be scheduled. I know these folks are more problematic so if they say ‘no’ then we won’t push it. But if that happens, I’d like their home addresses so I can send them a personal note.’
‘I like that. Let me get Cheryl working on it.’
We talked about remodeling that was needed and a few minor things before I left for a quiet lunch at Wendy’s. I was in the mood for their chili that was both good and low in calories.
As I drove to the airport, I thought about dinner that evening. I had recently heard about a new place, The Boathouse Rotisserie and Raw Bar. The early reviews were very positive. All of us liked seafood so I decided to call there for a reservation.
The plane was on time and I caught up with Mom and Dad in baggage claim. We hugged, of course, and I kissed Mom.
She said, ‘Your father and I are thrilled that there’s a young lady in your life again. How did you meet?’
‘Pam and I want to tell that whole story tonight as it takes a while. But let me just give a brief outline. We met two weeks ago over at the cabin. Just wait until you meet her. She’s everything I could wish for.’
Dad asked, ‘Did you meet at Susan’s Place or a store?’
‘No, she was in the cabin when I arrived.’ I saw a confused look on their faces.
He asked, ‘Did you know she was there?’
‘Only after I turned the lights on. She had found a key I left for Jeremy under a flower pot and had been staying there about a week.’
Mom exclaimed, ‘Oh my! So she just made herself at home?’
‘Well, there were a lot of good reasons for it and we’ll talk about those tonight.’
Dad responded, ‘This ought to be an interesting evening.’
Mom asked, ‘Is she staying at your house?’
‘Yes, for now anyway. She’s kind of limited on money.’
‘You said she’s having lunch with Donna?’ Mom asked.
‘Yeah, that’s another part of the story we want to tell you.’
Dad replied, ‘Sarah, we better take a nap. This is going to be a long evening.’
We loaded the four large bags in the car and drove to their house on Lookout Mountain. They lived in a 90-year-old restored antebellum-style house that has won many decorator and garden awards over the years.
After carrying the luggage upstairs, we sat and visited a few minutes and talked about their two months in Europe. I told them about the Boathouse and our reservation at 7:00 pm. Dad had also heard about it but had not yet dined there.
I returned to the office to continue catching up from the vacation. I called the bank and asked them to add Pam to my credit card account. The bank officer asked me to stop by and sign a form at my first
opportunity. While I was on the phone with him, I asked to speak to Jason.
In a few seconds, he came on, ‘This is Jason, how can I help you?’
‘Hey buddy, this is Tom Sumter.’
‘Hey man! How you doing? It’s been too long since we talked.’
‘I know. Business is improving and I’ve been really busy. Hey, I’ve a friend who’s looking for a job. I think she would be wonderful working as a teller. Do you know of any openings?’
‘I’m amazed at the timing of your call. Just this morning, one of my most experienced tellers told me her husband was being transferred to Atlanta next month. So I’m going to have an opening and there’ll be time to train a new person before the turnover. What’s you friend’s name?’
‘Pamela. Jason, this is going to sound unusual. She made me promise not to help her get a job. She wants to do it herself and not have anyone pulling strings to make it happen. I will tell her you have an opening and will send her down. But please evaluate her just like any other applicant and feel free not to hire her if you don’t think she can do the job. Understand?’
‘Tom, believe it or not, I understand what she’s saying. I like that attitude and I promise I’ll not show any favoritism.’
‘Great, that is very important to her.’
‘Good, I’ll look for her.’
I walked back to Ron’s office and sat down. He had already bounced my contest idea off the chef at Bistro, and Tim was excited about the opportunity to kick Judy and Bill’s butts. They were the chefs at the other two restaurants.
‘Tim was satisfied with your dad as a judge but he’s concerned about your person to be named later.’
‘Yeah, I want to have a mystery judge so no one can politic with them prior to the tasting.’
‘Actually, that’s a good idea. These folks will do anything to win. And, of course, no one can sweet talk your dad.’
We talked a few minutes about other menu changes I was mulling over before I returned to the office to answer emails and review the various on-line comments about our restaurants. Most of the comments were very positive.
Arriving home later that afternoon, I found Pam in the kitchen, looking through cookbooks.
‘Hey sweetheart, how was the office?’
‘Good. I had a nice meeting with Ron and things are rolling along.’
‘Did your mom and dad get in on time?’
‘Yep, they were in baggage claim when I arrived. They’re excited about meeting you. We’re going to a new seafood restaurant at 7:00.’
‘Do we need to pick them up?’
‘No, they’re meeting us there. How was your lunch with Donna?’
She smiled, ‘We had a marvelous time. I really like her. We talked about everything. In fact, she’s as easy to talk to as you are.’
‘She’s always been that way. They have a ton of friends.’
‘I think she’s going to be like a second mom to me. We went to the Bistro and the food was fantastic.’
‘How was the service?’
‘Very good. We had a lady named Vivian and this nice young man name Eric but he seemed nervous. He actually dropped the basket of rolls when he first walked over.’
‘You have that effect on guys.’
‘You weren’t nervous when we first met.’
‘You’re right. I was scared to death with all that screaming.’
‘Awwww, poor baby. Have I made it up to you yet?’
‘I think another 50 or 60 years might do it.’She stood and tucked herself in my arms.
‘That’s a nice thought. Now help me. What should I wear tonight?’
‘Pam, don’t ask me. Just pick something.’
‘Seriously Tom, what should I wear? I want to look nice for your parents.’
‘Sweetheart, this is not a dressy restaurant. I’m going to wear khaki trousers and a long sleeve navy shirt. You’re going to look great no matter what you wear.’
‘Well, you’re sweet but I’m a little nervous about meeting your parents.’
‘Go get a few things and let’s pick something together. I need a beer.’
While I walked to the kitchen, she walked to her closet and brought several outfits for me to critique. After some debate, she decided on a medium gray wool pants suit with a burgundy blouse and black three-inch spike heels. She also decided to add a colorful silk scarf that was one of Lydia’s favorites. Once dressed with glamour makeup, Pam looked amazing. She could have been a cover girl for any magazine.
****
We decided to drive Angel since the restaurant had valet parking. Valets always put cars like her near the front door so they can keep an eye on them, and it helps advertise the fact that well-to-do people eat there.
My parents walked in a few minutes after we arrived. ‘Oh there you are,’ I said.
Mom replied, ‘Hey Tom, and this young lady must be Pamela.’ Mom and Dad were all smiles.
‘Hi Mr. and Mrs. Sumter.’
Dad replied as he approached, ‘Please call us Jim and Sarah.’Pam hugged both and I remember thinking we would never get that smile off his face.
‘And please call me Pam.’
Dad surprised me when he replied, ‘I think I want to call you Pamela. You’re just too elegant for a Pam.’
Aaaaa that dirty old man was starting to emerge.
Pam’s face lit up in a flash. ‘Tom, why don’t you have the charm of your dad?’ She hugged him once again, kissed him on the cheek and whispered something in his ear that I couldn’t hear. Dad roared with laughter. It became their little secret. The only clue was from that moment on, she called him James and he called her Pamela.
Mom glanced at me and whispered, ‘I think he likes her.’
We were seated immediately. Like in all restaurants, the other patrons stared at Pam as she graced the room.
While we studied the menus, a man walked to our table and introduced himself to Dad. ‘Mr. Sumter, my name is Ray Walker. I’m the owner and I’m honored to have you here tonight.’
‘Well, thank you Ray.’ Dad and I stood. ‘This is my wife Sarah, my son Tom and his friend Pamela.’
The two ladies nodded and smiled while Dad and I shook his hand.
I said, ‘We’ve been hearing good things about this restaurant so we wanted to experience it in person.’
Ray replied, ‘Thank you very much. I’ve been to your restaurants and they set thestandard for all of us. Unfortunately, I’ve never had a chance to meet you before now.’
Dad asked, ‘How did you know it was us?’
‘One of our servers used to work for you and she told me. I quickly checked the reservations book to make sure.’
‘Oh, who’s the server?’ Dad asked.
‘Morgan Thompson.’
I replied, ‘Fantastic. She was a very hard worker for us. I hated to lose her.’ Dad didn’t know her since he had retired by the time she was hired.
‘She’s very good… I’ll ask her to stop by. Well, thanks again for coming. Enjoy your meal.’
After we placed our orders, Morgan slipped in behind me and tapped my shoulder. ‘Morgan! Great to see you again.’ I stood and we embraced as friends before I introduced her to everyone.
‘Tom, it’s good to see you. You look great.’
‘And so do you. How long have you been here?’
‘Since it opened about three months ago.’
‘How’s your little one doing?’
‘Very good. He’s in kindergarten now. I’ve remarried, by the way.’
‘That’s wonderful, Morgan. Congratulations. I’m very happy for you.’
She smiled as Mom and Pam congratulated her.
I continued, ‘My staff assistant is going to be contacting you soon. I want to take you to lunch and talk through a couple of things that I feel guilty about. I owe you some apologies and I really want to talk it through with you. Okay?’
‘I’d love to have lunch with you, Tom, but it’s not necessary. I know what you were going through was tough and none of us took it personally.’
‘But that doesn’t excuse it. So would you have lunch with me, please?’
There was a pause but then she said, ‘Sure. I’ll be glad to.’
‘Good. My assistant’s name is
Cheryl and she’ll give you a call.’
‘Great, you folks enjoy dinner. It’s very nice to meet y’all.’
Pam looked at me and smiled. I turned to my parents and explained my plan to meet personally with many of our current and former employees to apologize for being out of sorts with them these past couple of years. Dad said he was proud of me for doing that.
As we dined on very nice scallops, shrimp and oysters, the subject turned to Pam and me and our relationship.
Mom smiled before asking, ‘Can you tell me how you two met?’
Pam started, ‘Tom broke in on me late one night and I liked him so much I decided to keep him.’
Everyone chuckled.
‘Pam, maybe I need to tell my version of the story. I arrived very late at the cabin one night a couple of weeks ago. I knew someone was there for several reasons. When I opened the bedroom door, she screamed like a banshee and scared me to death.’
I went on, with Pam’s help, telling the whole story complete with the assault, our dreams and the revealing of Lydia’s dreams with Donna and Susan. Mom and Dad sat quietly with tears in their eyes and appeared to be totally dumbfounded by what we said. A lot of questions were asked and answered.
Dad, as the problem solver he always was, asked, ‘Pamela, since you had to leave Charlotte so quickly, is there anything we can do to help tie up any loose ends you have there? I know the owner of the restaurant where you worked. Were you able to leave on good terms with him?’
‘Yes, I made sure of that James. I told him about the assault and why I had to leave so quickly. He actually paid me that morning for everything I was owed and gave me a $100 bonus. In return, I promised him that I would come back to work there if an opportunity came.’
Dad was very pleased and told her so.
I looked at him and said, ‘Pam has that book she damaged. The policeman who assaulted her has recently been charged with dealing drugs stolen from the evidence locker. We think that book is important to the prosecutor. What should we do?’
‘I would give it to the prosecutor and the sooner the better. If this guy is out on bail, he’s going to be looking for Pamela to get that book before she can do anything with it.’
‘That’s what I thought,’ I replied. ‘Could we give it to Brett and have him send it to the prosecutor in Charlotte? That would let the guy in Charlotte know that other people in authority know about it.’
‘Why don’t you or I call him tomorrow morning and see what he says. Pamela, Brett is the district attorney here in town.’
Pam was listening to this with tears welling. ‘I should never have taken that book. It’s only going to be trouble.’
Dad replied, ‘You preserved what could be very important evidence. That book could lead to a large number of arrests. Don’t ever feel like you should have protected criminals.’
Mom obviously wanted to change the subject and asked, ‘Pam, what are your plans for the next few months?’
‘I’m planning to find a job since I don’t want Tom to bear all my costs. Also, I want to do some volunteer work, maybe with abused women. I’ve walked a short distance in their shoes and I know a little about how they feel and the mental anguish they experience.’
Mom replied, ‘I volunteered for two of the church sponsored shelters downtown. I’ll be glad to introduce you there. They seemed to appreciate me but I never had the personal experience you would bring. I think they would be delighted to have your help.
‘That’s good. Maybe we could go down one day next week.’
‘Pamela, where have you applied to work?’
Pam looked at me and I replied for her. ‘I learned of an opening for a teller at Jason’s branch. She’s going down to interview for that. But Dad, she doesn’t want our help so you and I have to restrain ourselves. Agree?’
‘Okay, I’ll stay out of it. Does Ron and your team know about Pamela yet?’
‘Not yet. I have a team call tomorrow and will tell them at that time.’
‘That’s fine. They’re going to be very happy for you.’
‘I plan to take Pam around to all the locations and introduce her over the next few days.’
I changed the subject, ‘Now, let’s talk about Thanksgiving. Can you two join us for lunch at the house.’
Mom replied, ‘Sounds fine to me. We don’t have anything planned.’
Dad asked, ‘Can we come early and you let Pamela and me prepare the meal?’
‘Sure.’
He turned to Pam, ‘Can you do the turkey and dessert and let me prepare all the other dishes?’
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Love StoriesIntroduction: A young man has been dreaming of being held as a female sex slave by a man and decides to tell his best friend about these dreams. Michaels Dream Story: #41 Copyright 2008 Written: July 25 2008 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ******************************************** Note: I dont have any knowledge of Gender Reassignment Surgery(Sex Change) if some things in this story do not make sense it is due...
Paula and Isabella had woken up before the sun came up and were already working around the house as the first slivers of light appeared over the horizon. Paula was taking a few plates from the cupboard for them to put breakfast on. She stopped for a moment when Isabella walked up behind her and kissed her gently on the back of the neck caressing her bare buttocks at the same time before moving on the grab a few eggs.It had been nearly a month since that first encounter in the study and they had...
Love StoriesIt's the middle of the night. I just woke up from a very strange dream. We were sitting at a table. I have no idea where it was, and I guess it doesn't matter. I think it must have been some kind of sidewalk cafe. The table was very small, really just large enough to hold two cups of coffee and our two sets of elbows. We were sitting across from each other. You were wearing your green top, the one you have on in the picture you sent me. When I see you in my mind, you're wearing...
My darling, It’s the middle of the night. I just woke up from a very strange dream. We were sitting at a table. I have no idea where it was, and I guess it doesn’t matter. I think it must have been some kind of sidewalk cafe. The table was very small, really just large enough to hold two cups of coffee and our two sets of elbows. We were sitting across from each other. You were wearing your green top, the one you have on in the picture you sent me. When I see you in my mind, you’re wearing...
This is Julie...In college I'm studying Philosophy and Religious Studies. But for as long as I can remember I've always been fascinated by United States history and politics too. So it wasn't so surprising that the other day, as I was lounging nude on my garden chair, I began pondering about how we can have a better country and world.The inspiring words of Robert F. Kennedy came to me:“There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why. I dream of things that never were, and ask...
Monday, November 24th, 2014 – The Mansion I was exhausted when I crawled into bed next to Mary. The world seemed to be ending. Ever since I killed Lilith, the sun had been eclipsed, and the moon had become the color of blood. Panic gripped the planet; gripped me. Lucifer was dead, but he wasn't the only Power I freed from the Abyss. Dagon, Chemosh, Astarte, Baal-zebub, Asherah, Hadad, Marduk, Tammuz, Milcom, and Ashtoreth were all carving the world between them, their demonic hordes...
Story: #41 Copyright ©2008 Written: July 25 2008 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ******************************************** Note: I don’t have any knowledge of Gender Reassignment Surgery(Sex Change) if some things in this story do not make sense it is due to that lack of knowledge. ******************************************** "BEEEP, BEEEP, BEEEEP" The sound of the alarm woke Michael...
After an exciting, pleasurable and surprising experience with Mark and Anne, — surprising because they had never imagined meeting a couple so much like them at Catan's Masquerade — Jack and Steph showered before getting dressed, saying warm good-byes to Mark and Anne, and leaving the club.As they relaxed on the drive to Phil's lake house on the south side of the lake, they looked forward to the peace and quiet there. "Are Amy and Phil going to be there?" Steph asked. On the one hand, it would...
Wife LoversSEXY DREAM NOTE: THIS IS MY DREAM I HAD SEEN AND I LIKE TO SHARE IT WITH YOU HOPE YOU WILL NOT MIND TO GO THROUGH IT. BUT I HAVE SMALL REQUEST PLEASE WHILE READING IT PLEASE FEEL IT THAT IT IS HAPPENING OR HAPPENED WITH YOU LIKE THAT .THEN ONLY YOU WILL REALLY ENJOY THIS DREAM STORY VERY INTERESTING OR ELSE IT WILL BE LIKE READING A LESSON IN YOUR BOOK. BY SAYING THIS I AM STARTING MY DREAM STORY FOR YOU WHICH I REALLY SAW IT.IF YOU GET HURT WHILE READING THIS THEN I AM EXTREMELY DORRY FOR...
I dreamed I had Denise absolutely at my fingertips. I know I couldn't do that in reality to her, but it was a dream. After a long foreplay I had her finally tied with her belly down and her ass up. But she was curiously tied. Not hands and feet, firmly in leather and chains in an X over the bed. Her legs, from feet to knees were firmly tied and her breasts also, with big broader leather straps. Denise couldn't move those parts. Her head was free to move so I guess I could kiss her. But her...
I don't know how long I was under...days, weeks...who knows, maybe evenmonths. Reality blurred with nightmares as I felt my flesh being cut intoby cold scalpels and stuck with needles, filling me with horriblypersuasive dreams of a beautiful new body. I tried to imagine myself as aman, just to see if I still could, but it was futile. Every dream I hadfeatured me with bouncing breasts, an hourglass figure that told everyonewhen it was time to fuck me...which was all the time, and a face of...
I can't remember the first part of the dream but things become clear and memorable when I was lying on my back. A woman, I can’t tell who it was at first is straddling me. We’re fucking, she is riding me, pretty hard. It's so fucking vivid! I can feel how hard my cock is. How it feels inside her but I can't see who she is, can't see her face. I look to see if she has the same recognizable thin arms and dark hair as my step daughter. And she does, it's Selena! I can finally see her face...
*** Note: This is my story from another site. Enjoy! ***I had a dream this morning that was so intense and vivid. It was also nasty, depraved, and twisted.My dream starts with me finding myself in a house. Its dark, all the shades are drawn. I quickly come to realize that I’m in a tweaker house. Its not overly crowded with people, but there are quite a few people around, males and females, all ages, sizes, and races. The constant is they’re all naked, sexing, and very, very high. I can smell...
(The following story is in a fantasy world setting)Loping through tall grass, the wind rippled over his soft thick curly fur. Greg ghosted through the meadow, his wide paws making almost no sound. A shadow of black with only the high sun to highlight the deep red that lies within as well. Golden eyes survey his surroundings. The day was perfect. The sky was bright and blue with only the sparse thin high clouds to break it up. Hundreds of butterflies danced atop the high grass, in a swirling...
“Aaahhh .. Aahhhhh…. Aaahhhhh” Rituraj was moaning very loud. His hands were rough and was moving all over on Rituraj’s smooth buttery body. He pressed Rituraj’s small but cute boobs very hard. He rimmed. He licked. He fucked Rituraj’s ass royally. “Yeahhhhhh …. Aaahhhh Ritu… Aaahhhhh … I am gonna make you go crazy, you slutty bitch…” With each push Rituraj felt that he’s in heaven & finally all the cum was to be feed in his cute, round ass. ******************** “Wake up Raj, wake up” said...
Gay MaleTake this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem that my days have been a dream; yet if hope has flown away in a night, or in a day, in a vision, or in none, is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore, and I hold within my hand grains of the golden sand — How few! Yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep, while I weep — while...
That evening I drank two glasses of ouzo. Usually I drink only one but that evening I drank two. For once. And maybe that’s why I had a strange dream. Or maybe the cause was rooted in the green salad I stuffed myself. If so, then the nitrates definitely can do miracles. I was sleeping meekly and soundly when I saw a lovely girl. She had a long copper blond hair, pale blue eyes and body of a model. I continued sleeping nonchalantly, pretending not to be interested. She fluttered her eyelashes...
SupernaturalTwenty five years on, one can easily see the mistakes made in their youth. But, as the saying goes, hindsight is 20/20. There is little to be gained by rehashing past mistakes in your head again and again, losing sleep over it, and making yourself mental in the process. And yet this is exactly what I did on a regular basis. It's said that without closure, no relationship is ever truly over. It's also been written that sometimes closure can come from writing a letter to your ex that you never...
It was still early when we got back to the apartment. We cycled through the bathroom, and the girls decided that a conversation would go better in comfy clothes, so they changed into the Christmas jammies I had put into their stockings. Jess mixed a rum and Coke for me and for herself, and Kate put some background music on. I made a mental note to find out how these two children of the 1990s had been introduced to ABBA. Soon we were settled on the couch, with me on one end, Kate on the other,...
I was totally at loss, frustrated. I was aimlessly roaming here and there with broken heart, broken health. I lost everything. My bank account made nil to my so called wife’s account. My house was taken forcefully. My son, my daughter, my wife, even my parents… all, all had thrown me out. My neighbors have left me. My childhood friend Shakti Chaudhary abandoned my company by slapping. I was, not first class student, but above average student. I bagged several merit awards. My class mates, my...
T-Girl's dream (With apologies to Katy Perry) Wish I was pretty I'd put some make-up on I'll tell you hunny the feeling is quite strong Can you get me can I let my walls come down ... Down ... If I just let me stop trying to be a fake But things can be real heavy Time to bring me to life Yes I think it might be my time ... my time Gonna go all the way tonight no more fear just time start to live, before I die Yes can I Now be real forever I'll be...
Hi to all, I’m “Cross Dresser and Lesbian from Bangalore and I served so many lesbian in my life time. Most of them are my friends and they telling their story in these stories I am sending you the following stories and this is one of my real story which took place at Shimogga Koppa. I and Ashu are the two close friends from our collage days. We are in different class. But we meet daily and chat till to end of the school. She is at hostel and I am coming from home day by day our friendship...
LesbianWater rushes in to meet her toes, wiggling things in the sand, petite and pretty. A wistful sigh escapes her as she turns her eyes to the horizon and wonders once more where he might be? What he might be doing? Her Dreamer. Does he think of her like she does him, she wonders. Does the night caress him with the softest brush of its lips, the darkness creep over his skin all shadows and longing and prickle his flesh with a kiss? She smiles as she closes her eyes and turns her face into the...
--- Living the Dream (MF, impreg) by Krosis of the Collective --- Angela stirred from her sleep, feeling warm flesh pressed into her back. Graham, her boyfriend, had moved into the "spoon" position, his pelvis grinding into her butt. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. His pelvis dipped lower, allowing his erect penis to stray under her bum, searching for that magical spot. Angela blushed. He hadn't said she was beautiful in months, and she was beginning to think...
I was dreaming; I had to be. I was sure no place like this ever existed. Golden sand stretched toward the horizon in every direction. The sun was high in the sky, but I couldn’t feel the heat that was coming off it. The sand didn’t burn my bare feet. I wiggled my toes, making sure I could feel them, making sure that I could feel at all in this mysterious dream world. The sand didn’t even feel like sand! It felt like the finest silk was swaddling my feet, reminding me of the costumes I made for...
SupernaturalDream. Dream. Dream.At 28 years old, Abby (short for Abbigail) was happy. At 30 years old, Jason was happy too.Abby, was a loving wife of 5 years, having known Jason for nearly 8 years. They were totally in love from the first moment they saw each other.Not just a normal Husband & Wife, they were Master and Slave. They were made for each other.Abby was a looker, no doubt about that. 5ft 3 tall, slim body she had worked hard to keep in shape, nice blonde hair just past shoulder length and light...
I would like to thank Cassandra Morgan's 'A Few More Favourite Themes' for putting me on to the stories by Mrs Anyonamrs and Miss Anyonamiss : Careful and Careful 2. They were basically one story from two perspectives, but provided the inspiration for my short and comparatively dim shadow of an offering here. The original stories seemed to hang in the air, have the author(s) thought of giving them both a definite finish? They were too good to be just left with unanswered...
Everything went well this week; we even ordered some more electric vehicles for the property. I guess we could officially call it a ranch now, since we have horses. We also came up with a bio-fuel formula that Kristy could easily produce; the vehicles could be easily converted to run on it, while still accept regular fuel. I love it when a plan comes together, as my old TV buddy (Hannibal Smith) used to say. We were just about to sit down to dinner when it happened. "Spatial anomaly...
After watching Renée drive away, I turned back to the dorm. Replaying the night's events over and over again, I made my way back to my room. The feel of her skin, the way she smiled at me and the unbelievable way she totally had her way with me all made me smile. I could still smell her scent lightly on my hands, and it gave me another charge. Once in my room, I got undressed and climbed into bed. For a few minutes I relived portions of the night in my mind. The feel of Renée's body...
I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. – Job 30:29 (For Robin, who asked me to write a story about dragons, elves, and unicorns . . . . ) Melissa came awake with a start, her heart beating in great excitement. Her husband Tim had turned over in his sleep, tearing her from the world of dreams, and the transition was so jarring that she almost wept for the loss. Melissa glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside counter, it’s glaring red 6:45 mocked her. Time enough to fall...
Ever since I turned 16 sex had preoccupied most of my dreams, but the dream last night had felt so real. Standing under the shower hot water pouring down over me, my pussy was still sticky and wet with cum. Closing my eyes I could still feel his fingers rubbing my clit and his voice whispering in my ear.“You love it don't you?”By the time I finished my shower he was already at the table eating breakfast. I tried to keep my voice cheerful, "Good morning Daddy."I leaned down to kiss his cheek,...
IncestI woke up suddenly from a vivid erotic dream that I couldn't remember at first. It was late Saturday morning, the sun was streaming in through my curtains and I was lying naked on the bed, cold. I had the makings of a full hangover too, my head spun as I reached over to pull the quilt around me. "That's your own fault girl", I admonished myself, "That second bottle of red wine was defiantly not a good idea." I felt sticky and was about to get up and take a shower when I noticed Duke had...