Angique is a young Mistress, but quite an extraordinary one. She accepts the challenge to bind two girls to her, who will do anything, just because they love her. Anything indeed.
What I heard in the men's room added up. Or did it? I should confront her. Or shouldn't I? I had to and I did. But maybe I should not have. Or should I? Would she still have been mine if I had not? Could my belief have saved her? I think not. But maybe I should have. Believed her, I mean. Ah, well... / (Reviews)
"We have insurance," she said, looking at the bill. The doctor shrugged. It made his jowls tremble. "I know," he said. "This is after insurance, though." The absurdity hit her. She giggled. "We could never pay that." Her voice sounded higher than she intended. His smile reached his eyes. "Oh yes, " he said. "You could."
"Get naked for me, little thing." The rubbing hand stopped at once. So did the girl's breath. The eyes flew open in a terrified flash. "Here?", she asked
They say love is blind. I say lovers are blind, deaf and dumb. And they love it. Don't tell them what you saw. Or what you heard. Or know. They'll hate you for it. / (Reviews)
The black shoe swung in and out of the overhead light. It was a slender-heeled pump hugging a nylon-clad foot attached to a nylon-clad leg. Bent at the knee the leg covered a second nylon-clad knee, swinging softly. He loved the dark, reflecting liquid of black patent leather - it was a pool to drown in and be forgotten.
I spoke her given name. My heart leapt when her eyes met mine. A sudden wave of guileless affection filled their blue oceans to the rim and engulfed me. Oh my god, sweet girl, how far have you come in such a short time. And how deep does your undemanding love reach into my soul.
