The commute

The Commute Part 1 We Meet Each day I get on the bus for the long ride to Rome from our little village. Everyday there is this beautiful woman, dark hair, always dressed in something[…]

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Pushing master

Megan walked back down the hall, waiting was driving her nuts. She had done it, she had pissed her Master off and now he was making her pay. She had once told him that she[…]

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Therapy

"So tell me, Janelle," asked Dr. Scott, "in your own words, what do you think the problem is!?!" Janelle, with her head down, looked furtively over at her husband, Kurt who was sitting silently in[…]

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The softest touch

I remember seeing her from across the room earlier tonight. She looked so sad and lost. There was something about her, something untouchable but a desire to be held. She say there in the cut,[…]

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