Monday, July 29, 2013
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Story: There's Always One
THERE'S ALWAYS ONE
by Tcheser
"Welcome volunteers to your first day of mandatory court ordered community service volunteerism," Tami the administrator and foreman said in her loud southern accented voice. "This shift lasts from 8 am to 5 pm with a lunch break and 2 rest breaks. My name is Tami and I'll be supervising, handling assignments and any questions you have. Do your work and we won't have any problems. And remember if you want credit for any of this shift you must be here for the entirety of the shift."
That said Tami then turned and motioned to the large dilapidated turn of the century Beaux-Arts building behind them. "Today we are restoring this publicly owned building to a useful state so it can be inhabited by disadvantaged persons. Please form an orderly line and step forward for your work assignments."
The "volunteers" then formed a line as Tami had told them to and one at a time they received their work assignments. It seemed to her that she had a good group today and things should move along well and then she met Vivien.
Unlike the other volunteers who had come that day ready to work in jeans and old sweatshirts, Vivien had come wearing a designer cocktail dress, and of all things stockings and high heels! With her elegantly styled golden blonde hair and tasteful jewelry she certainly looked nice, but her attire was totally unsuited for the work she was expected to do today. She was even talking on her cell phone as she approached.
There was always one in every group Tami thought. One person who can't get it through there thick skull that they are here for the duration, there's no way of getting out of it now, and they might as well just get on with it. These individuals always made things difficult and were a problem she seemed to face every day and clearly today Vivien was going to be the one. So already Tami already didn't like Vivien, and when the debutante opened her mouth, she just made it worse.
by Tcheser
"Welcome volunteers to your first day of mandatory court ordered community service volunteerism," Tami the administrator and foreman said in her loud southern accented voice. "This shift lasts from 8 am to 5 pm with a lunch break and 2 rest breaks. My name is Tami and I'll be supervising, handling assignments and any questions you have. Do your work and we won't have any problems. And remember if you want credit for any of this shift you must be here for the entirety of the shift."
That said Tami then turned and motioned to the large dilapidated turn of the century Beaux-Arts building behind them. "Today we are restoring this publicly owned building to a useful state so it can be inhabited by disadvantaged persons. Please form an orderly line and step forward for your work assignments."
The "volunteers" then formed a line as Tami had told them to and one at a time they received their work assignments. It seemed to her that she had a good group today and things should move along well and then she met Vivien.
Unlike the other volunteers who had come that day ready to work in jeans and old sweatshirts, Vivien had come wearing a designer cocktail dress, and of all things stockings and high heels! With her elegantly styled golden blonde hair and tasteful jewelry she certainly looked nice, but her attire was totally unsuited for the work she was expected to do today. She was even talking on her cell phone as she approached.
There was always one in every group Tami thought. One person who can't get it through there thick skull that they are here for the duration, there's no way of getting out of it now, and they might as well just get on with it. These individuals always made things difficult and were a problem she seemed to face every day and clearly today Vivien was going to be the one. So already Tami already didn't like Vivien, and when the debutante opened her mouth, she just made it worse.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Story: Vacation
VACATION
by Tcheser
It began as a lovely summer day in the south of France for vacationing Marie Dumont. She rose early, as she always loved to have breakfast on her veranda overlooking the river and smell the fresh cool morning air. Afterward she decided on a swim in the river. She was an avid swimmer and that was one of the big reasons she had rented the summer cottage. It had few other amenities. It wasn't near town, it wasn't particularly luxurious and it ran off a somewhat temperamental well. It was remote though, and this allowed her to swim in the nude, a pastime most people only do when necessary, or drunk or in love. Marie however loved the freedom of it. She loved being almost one with the water as nothing separated her from it.
So gathering up her sun chair, a book and a little lunch she made her way to the shore. It wasn't far, but there was high grass all the way up to the shore almost and one had to weave through a path made by the cottage owner to reach it. Still, it was a small price to pay for near unlimited skinny-dipping, she thought as she crunched along the shell-lined path in her kicky summer sandals.
Finally reaching the dock she always made camp at, she stretched in the still, sweet, late-morning air. Then she set up her chair. She put her book and lunch next to them and prepared for her swim. Cautiously she looked about to make sure no one was around. She always did this on the off chance there was a fisherman or duck hunter. Seeing no one as usual she pulled her long sundress off, folded it carefully on a pylon and then stripped her nylon panties down her legs and added them to the pile. Nude, she approached the end of the dock. She took a couple of calming breaths and then did a very elegant dive into the cool waters.
The water was, as always, divine. She splashed around a bit before beginning her laps to the far bank. She had made forty the other day and thought she could beat that total. Soon she was back-stroking her way to and fro, blissfully unaware of anything but the water.
Around her twentieth lap she was returning to the dock doing the crawl. Coming up for breath at one moment she thought she saw someone on the dock. Startled she stopped and looked up. When she did though she saw no one there. Looking around she saw that she still appeared to be as alone as when she began her swim. She decided she must be seeing things and went back to swimming. It was strange though. For a second she could have sworn she saw a schoolgirl standing on the dock watching her.
by Tcheser
It began as a lovely summer day in the south of France for vacationing Marie Dumont. She rose early, as she always loved to have breakfast on her veranda overlooking the river and smell the fresh cool morning air. Afterward she decided on a swim in the river. She was an avid swimmer and that was one of the big reasons she had rented the summer cottage. It had few other amenities. It wasn't near town, it wasn't particularly luxurious and it ran off a somewhat temperamental well. It was remote though, and this allowed her to swim in the nude, a pastime most people only do when necessary, or drunk or in love. Marie however loved the freedom of it. She loved being almost one with the water as nothing separated her from it.
So gathering up her sun chair, a book and a little lunch she made her way to the shore. It wasn't far, but there was high grass all the way up to the shore almost and one had to weave through a path made by the cottage owner to reach it. Still, it was a small price to pay for near unlimited skinny-dipping, she thought as she crunched along the shell-lined path in her kicky summer sandals.
Finally reaching the dock she always made camp at, she stretched in the still, sweet, late-morning air. Then she set up her chair. She put her book and lunch next to them and prepared for her swim. Cautiously she looked about to make sure no one was around. She always did this on the off chance there was a fisherman or duck hunter. Seeing no one as usual she pulled her long sundress off, folded it carefully on a pylon and then stripped her nylon panties down her legs and added them to the pile. Nude, she approached the end of the dock. She took a couple of calming breaths and then did a very elegant dive into the cool waters.
The water was, as always, divine. She splashed around a bit before beginning her laps to the far bank. She had made forty the other day and thought she could beat that total. Soon she was back-stroking her way to and fro, blissfully unaware of anything but the water.
Around her twentieth lap she was returning to the dock doing the crawl. Coming up for breath at one moment she thought she saw someone on the dock. Startled she stopped and looked up. When she did though she saw no one there. Looking around she saw that she still appeared to be as alone as when she began her swim. She decided she must be seeing things and went back to swimming. It was strange though. For a second she could have sworn she saw a schoolgirl standing on the dock watching her.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
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Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Story: Unwise
UNWISE
by Tcheser
"Okay," Rebecca Carlyle said to herself. "This is a bit ridiculous."
She looked at her reflection in the teachers' lounge restroom mirror.
"I agreed to wear a school girl type outfit so I wouldn't appear as quite a threat to my new students, but this isn't what I thought it would be."
Her lip curled in irritation as she looked herself up and down. She had planned to make a good impression on her first day teaching at the exclusive and very remote boarding school. Dressed as she was though she was far from impressive. From toe to crown she looked just like a schoolgirl of no more then fifteen. From the plaid hair band that matched the plaid jumper dress, and the short-sleeved starched white cotton blouse with its rounded collar and school tie, to her white cotton tights and saddle shoes she was almost totally indistinguishable from one of the students at the boarding school.
She was quite petite, never really needed a bra for her perky little A cups and had an extraordinarily youthful face considering she was 25. Her lips were thin, her cheeks rosy and to her chagrin she still had a sprinkling of delicate freckles across her nose and below her eyes. Normally she covered these with makeup, but Ms. Wallace, the fellow teacher who had talked her into wearing the uniform on her first day had also advised her not to wear makeup today. Rebecca didn't think any part of this plan to better relate to her students was very wise now. Cursing for letting Ms. Wallace talk her into this she left the restroom with the intention of telling Ms. Wallace that this wasn't working and changing back into the sharp pant suit and heels she had worn to the school this morning.
by Tcheser
"Okay," Rebecca Carlyle said to herself. "This is a bit ridiculous."
She looked at her reflection in the teachers' lounge restroom mirror.
"I agreed to wear a school girl type outfit so I wouldn't appear as quite a threat to my new students, but this isn't what I thought it would be."
Her lip curled in irritation as she looked herself up and down. She had planned to make a good impression on her first day teaching at the exclusive and very remote boarding school. Dressed as she was though she was far from impressive. From toe to crown she looked just like a schoolgirl of no more then fifteen. From the plaid hair band that matched the plaid jumper dress, and the short-sleeved starched white cotton blouse with its rounded collar and school tie, to her white cotton tights and saddle shoes she was almost totally indistinguishable from one of the students at the boarding school.
She was quite petite, never really needed a bra for her perky little A cups and had an extraordinarily youthful face considering she was 25. Her lips were thin, her cheeks rosy and to her chagrin she still had a sprinkling of delicate freckles across her nose and below her eyes. Normally she covered these with makeup, but Ms. Wallace, the fellow teacher who had talked her into wearing the uniform on her first day had also advised her not to wear makeup today. Rebecca didn't think any part of this plan to better relate to her students was very wise now. Cursing for letting Ms. Wallace talk her into this she left the restroom with the intention of telling Ms. Wallace that this wasn't working and changing back into the sharp pant suit and heels she had worn to the school this morning.
Monday, July 15, 2013
Story: Going Into Hiding (Part 3)
GOING INTO HIDING
Part 3
by Tcheser
Gerty was awoken abruptly at six again the next morning and pushed out of bed. Once again she was told by Sal to make breakfast. This time she didn't argue and did her best to please him. She made frozen waffles with butter and maple syrup and about a pound of bacon. Sal informed her that they had a waffle maker and next time it would be used. Gerty didn't even know they had a waffle maker or where it was, let alone know how to make waffles from scratch. Sal then added that she had made far too much bacon. He appreciated her efforts and all, but as she apparently didn't know these things he felt obliged to tell her when she made a mistake. Otherwise she might never learn the correct way of doing things. Gerty nodded that she understood, but said nothing. Sal then made polite conversation while they ate giving her no further clues as to how the day was to proceed. It was torture for poor nervous Gerty. Luckily as they were finishing up breakfast though she caught a break.
The phone rang.
Sal went and answered it and from what Gerty could overhear it sounded like it was Sal's FBI handler, Joe Martell. She couldn't stand the guy. He was very stodgy and always seemed to be looking at her like he thought she was a tramp. She continued to listen as she cleared the breakfast dishes. Then she carefully picked up the extension in the kitchen so she could hear both sides of the conversation. She smiled when she heard that the Joe needed Sal to come into their branch office today. The branch office was two towns away. Sal would be gone at the very least most of the day. Sal agreed of course and the agent said he would pick him up in a couple hours.
So for the next two hours Gerty anxiously awaited Sal's departure. He hadn't mentioned anything about his imminent meeting with the FBI to her so she couldn't let on that she knew. In the meantime he directed her in cleaning the house. He painstakingly wrote out a chore list for her to follow. He had to watch her though as he found Gerty didn't even know the difference between cleanser and soap. This was a job the maid, Maria or Maribel or something, usually did so Gerty never had to. From what Sal said the maid would soon be unemployed though. Gerty was to do all the household chores from now on. When the maid arrived the next morning Sal was going to break the news to her.
by Tcheser
Gerty was awoken abruptly at six again the next morning and pushed out of bed. Once again she was told by Sal to make breakfast. This time she didn't argue and did her best to please him. She made frozen waffles with butter and maple syrup and about a pound of bacon. Sal informed her that they had a waffle maker and next time it would be used. Gerty didn't even know they had a waffle maker or where it was, let alone know how to make waffles from scratch. Sal then added that she had made far too much bacon. He appreciated her efforts and all, but as she apparently didn't know these things he felt obliged to tell her when she made a mistake. Otherwise she might never learn the correct way of doing things. Gerty nodded that she understood, but said nothing. Sal then made polite conversation while they ate giving her no further clues as to how the day was to proceed. It was torture for poor nervous Gerty. Luckily as they were finishing up breakfast though she caught a break.
The phone rang.
Sal went and answered it and from what Gerty could overhear it sounded like it was Sal's FBI handler, Joe Martell. She couldn't stand the guy. He was very stodgy and always seemed to be looking at her like he thought she was a tramp. She continued to listen as she cleared the breakfast dishes. Then she carefully picked up the extension in the kitchen so she could hear both sides of the conversation. She smiled when she heard that the Joe needed Sal to come into their branch office today. The branch office was two towns away. Sal would be gone at the very least most of the day. Sal agreed of course and the agent said he would pick him up in a couple hours.
So for the next two hours Gerty anxiously awaited Sal's departure. He hadn't mentioned anything about his imminent meeting with the FBI to her so she couldn't let on that she knew. In the meantime he directed her in cleaning the house. He painstakingly wrote out a chore list for her to follow. He had to watch her though as he found Gerty didn't even know the difference between cleanser and soap. This was a job the maid, Maria or Maribel or something, usually did so Gerty never had to. From what Sal said the maid would soon be unemployed though. Gerty was to do all the household chores from now on. When the maid arrived the next morning Sal was going to break the news to her.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Story: Going Into Hiding (Part 2)
GOING INTO HIDING
Part 2
by Tcheser
After their fateful and, to Annabelle, humiliating trip downtown a strange thing occurred. Sal found himself very turned on for some reason as they drove home. He wasn't sure if it was from the way he had taken charge in his relationship with his wife or because he enjoyed seeing Annabelle distressed. Whatever the reason though they arrived back at their FBI supplied house in record time. He then pulled the woman who was for all intents and purposes "Gerty" into the house by her elbow. From there he led her into the bedroom only stopping long enough to drop her new clothes off by the dresser. He then tossed her onto the bed and started unbuckling his pants.
Annabelle now Gerty had been confused at first but now realized that Sal was randy. Although she wasn't really in the mood she had always found in the past that having sex with Sal got her what she wanted. If she had wanted to take a trip she would sleep with him to get it. If she wanted a new fur coat sex was again the answer. She had yet to find a situation that sex couldn't get her what she wanted. So she decided she would end his little tirade the old fashioned way. She gave him a sexy smile and positioned herself on the pillows for him. When he was naked he came to her and told her he was going to take her like they do in the Midwest. She happily smiled and prepared herself for some pleasure.
It didn't come though. Sal simply pushed up her skirt, pulled down her awful cotton briefs and slid inside her. Less then two minutes later he blew his wad and pulled out. He gave her one kiss and rolled over. She lay there for a few minutes expecting more. When it didn't come she finally complained. She asked where her orgasm was. Laughing Sal said that was her problem. If she wanted him to get involved with that kind of a thing from now on she was going to have to be a very good little wifey indeed. From now on she would perform her wifely duty without question or special reward.
by Tcheser
After their fateful and, to Annabelle, humiliating trip downtown a strange thing occurred. Sal found himself very turned on for some reason as they drove home. He wasn't sure if it was from the way he had taken charge in his relationship with his wife or because he enjoyed seeing Annabelle distressed. Whatever the reason though they arrived back at their FBI supplied house in record time. He then pulled the woman who was for all intents and purposes "Gerty" into the house by her elbow. From there he led her into the bedroom only stopping long enough to drop her new clothes off by the dresser. He then tossed her onto the bed and started unbuckling his pants.
Annabelle now Gerty had been confused at first but now realized that Sal was randy. Although she wasn't really in the mood she had always found in the past that having sex with Sal got her what she wanted. If she had wanted to take a trip she would sleep with him to get it. If she wanted a new fur coat sex was again the answer. She had yet to find a situation that sex couldn't get her what she wanted. So she decided she would end his little tirade the old fashioned way. She gave him a sexy smile and positioned herself on the pillows for him. When he was naked he came to her and told her he was going to take her like they do in the Midwest. She happily smiled and prepared herself for some pleasure.
It didn't come though. Sal simply pushed up her skirt, pulled down her awful cotton briefs and slid inside her. Less then two minutes later he blew his wad and pulled out. He gave her one kiss and rolled over. She lay there for a few minutes expecting more. When it didn't come she finally complained. She asked where her orgasm was. Laughing Sal said that was her problem. If she wanted him to get involved with that kind of a thing from now on she was going to have to be a very good little wifey indeed. From now on she would perform her wifely duty without question or special reward.
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Story: The Perfect School
THE PERFECT SCHOOL
by Tcheser
“I’m so glad that you have chosen to send your daughter to St. Crispin’s” the calculating headmistress Mrs. Ramsey said as she finalized the admission forms and readied them for her visitor Mrs. Angela Clark’s signature.
“Stepdaughter,” the beautiful Angela corrected the headmistress. She took a long sip of the sherry Mrs. Ramsey had offered her and brushed back a lock of her long wavy blonde hair.
“Yes, of course, that’s right. I recall now. You mentioned she was your husband’s daughter from his previous wife’s previous marriage”
“Yes, so she’s not related by blood to either of us. Rex took custody of her when her real mother died. And she’s quite a handful let me tell you, she’s eighteen but looks twenty one.”
“I would have to agree. From the photo you gave me I would have guessed she was much older if you hadn’t already told me her age.” Ramsey agreed as she looked again at the girl’s photo. “She must be difficult around the house.”
“You have no idea,” Angela tossed her hands up in frustration.
“Probably also a bit of a worry around your husband…” Ramsey probed gently.
“…Yes…” Angela replied after a moment’s thought.
“Strutting around, tempting him with her soft nubile body… talking back to you … making demands… ” Ramsey elaborated.
“…Yes… the oversexed little strumpet” Angela growled through clenched teeth as her hands curled into balls and went white. Then finishing her drink in one large gulp, she regained her composure and smiled unconvincingly “But I love the dickens out of her.”
“I bet you do,” Ramsey smiled back. “And I can assure you she will be well looked after at our boarding school. Year round if you would like, Mrs. Clark”
“Excellent, and please call me Angela” the younger woman beamed as she helped herself to another stiff drink.
“I’m so glad that you have chosen to send your daughter to St. Crispin’s” the calculating headmistress Mrs. Ramsey said as she finalized the admission forms and readied them for her visitor Mrs. Angela Clark’s signature.
“Stepdaughter,” the beautiful Angela corrected the headmistress. She took a long sip of the sherry Mrs. Ramsey had offered her and brushed back a lock of her long wavy blonde hair.
“Yes, of course, that’s right. I recall now. You mentioned she was your husband’s daughter from his previous wife’s previous marriage”
“Yes, so she’s not related by blood to either of us. Rex took custody of her when her real mother died. And she’s quite a handful let me tell you, she’s eighteen but looks twenty one.”
“I would have to agree. From the photo you gave me I would have guessed she was much older if you hadn’t already told me her age.” Ramsey agreed as she looked again at the girl’s photo. “She must be difficult around the house.”
“You have no idea,” Angela tossed her hands up in frustration.
“Probably also a bit of a worry around your husband…” Ramsey probed gently.
“…Yes…” Angela replied after a moment’s thought.
“Strutting around, tempting him with her soft nubile body… talking back to you … making demands… ” Ramsey elaborated.
“…Yes… the oversexed little strumpet” Angela growled through clenched teeth as her hands curled into balls and went white. Then finishing her drink in one large gulp, she regained her composure and smiled unconvincingly “But I love the dickens out of her.”
“I bet you do,” Ramsey smiled back. “And I can assure you she will be well looked after at our boarding school. Year round if you would like, Mrs. Clark”
“Excellent, and please call me Angela” the younger woman beamed as she helped herself to another stiff drink.
Story: Mistress to Maid
New Version
Older Version
As the lady of the house summoned her for ‘correction’, Wendy had to think back on the fateful choice she had made which led to this being her life. At the time switching bodies with her 18 year old maid Maria had seemed a wonderful idea. In hindsight though she probably should have given it more thought. Sure she had Maria's great body and was 15 years younger, but at what cost?
After the switch, Maria now in Wendy's body, refused to honor the verbal agreement they had made beforehand where she promised that she would transfer half of Wendy's wealthy estate to her maid. This left Wendy trapped in Maria's body, penniless and totally dependent on her former maid. She now had to bow and scrape before her new mistress who decided to go by Gwendolyn as she felt it fit her new role better.
Wendy was also certain that her new mistress held a grudge against her for the way she had treated her in the past, when the shoe was on the other foot so to say. Though Wendy could not recall ever being anywhere near as harsh or demanding as Gwendolyn.
She had to obey every wish her former maid uttered, no matter how frivolous or inane, and quickly or she would be punished. Typically this was done with a humiliating hand spanking over Gwendolyn’s knee, but sometimes a riding crop or other implements were employed and it was done even if they had visitors. Neighbors who she had once counted as friends, saw her bare bottom warmed more than once without ever realizing who was really on the receiving end. They just chuckled and made comments about how hard it was to find good help these days.
She was also worked quite hard. She was always on call, seven days a week, 24 hours a day. Rather than staying in any of the servants rooms, she was made to sleep on the floor at the foot of her Gwendolyn’s bed, so she would be available even in the middle of the night. Worse still, when Wendy had been in charge she had kept a staff of three, but Gwendolyn however determined a staff that size was unnecessary. She let the others go and had Wendy do their work as well. So in addition to her duties as a maid, she was also now the cook and the laundress. It was unfair, but Wendy could hardly complain, it would get her nowhere.
The modest uniform Wendy had provided for her maids to wear was replaced with a skimpy little fetish maids outfit and high heels, which were required to be worn at all times. This made her already onerous duties more difficult and trips beyond the grounds an exercise in mortification, no matter how cute her new mistress said she looked. Truly she should have given such a weighty decision more consideration.
Story: Going Into Hiding (Part 1)
GOING INTO HIDING
Part 1
by Tcheser
Salvatore Giuseppe hated to do it but there was no other way. His life as a mobster had to come to an end. He had done too many bad things and the police had finally caught him. He knew he wasn't blameless, but it was the result of his upbringing that had really laid the foundation for his criminal endeavors. Had he not been born the son of a gangster he would have most likely never been more then a corrupt accountant or a bill padding lawyer. As it was the police had him for drug trafficking and he was looking at 10-20 years in the pen. He could have done the time, but the hard ass DA was on a mission and promised him that should he stay mum about the mob's doings he would personally make sure Sal's time in prison was a living hell. Having no other options Sal accepted the DA's offer for immunity from prosecution in exchange for turning states evidence. He would of course have to go into the witness protection program, but these things were as they were.
A month later Sal was out of New York and in lovely Iowa. He hated every moment of it. He couldn't stand not being a mobster. It was all he knew and having that part of him gone was like living without a leg. This made him quite irritable. What made him even more irritable was how his wife barely seemed to care or notice. She was in her own little world.
As long as she was still the elegant Mrs. Annabelle Giuseppe with her fancy clothes and fancy cars and her life of leisure she was fine. She was blitzed most of the time. Whatever time she wasn't shopping or strutting around in her expensive revealing clothes. Her lifestyle hadn't really changed much. Their house was a little smaller, but she still had a maid, ate out or ordered in every meal and had a pool to sun herself by. It was infuriating to Sal who had sacrificed so much and completely rearranged his life.
Finally he decided he would do something about it. It would be fun bringing Annabelle back down to earth. Besides he didn't really have much else to do after all. So starting that Monday he began to hatch his secret plan to make his wife understand what he was going through.
by Tcheser
Salvatore Giuseppe hated to do it but there was no other way. His life as a mobster had to come to an end. He had done too many bad things and the police had finally caught him. He knew he wasn't blameless, but it was the result of his upbringing that had really laid the foundation for his criminal endeavors. Had he not been born the son of a gangster he would have most likely never been more then a corrupt accountant or a bill padding lawyer. As it was the police had him for drug trafficking and he was looking at 10-20 years in the pen. He could have done the time, but the hard ass DA was on a mission and promised him that should he stay mum about the mob's doings he would personally make sure Sal's time in prison was a living hell. Having no other options Sal accepted the DA's offer for immunity from prosecution in exchange for turning states evidence. He would of course have to go into the witness protection program, but these things were as they were.
A month later Sal was out of New York and in lovely Iowa. He hated every moment of it. He couldn't stand not being a mobster. It was all he knew and having that part of him gone was like living without a leg. This made him quite irritable. What made him even more irritable was how his wife barely seemed to care or notice. She was in her own little world.
As long as she was still the elegant Mrs. Annabelle Giuseppe with her fancy clothes and fancy cars and her life of leisure she was fine. She was blitzed most of the time. Whatever time she wasn't shopping or strutting around in her expensive revealing clothes. Her lifestyle hadn't really changed much. Their house was a little smaller, but she still had a maid, ate out or ordered in every meal and had a pool to sun herself by. It was infuriating to Sal who had sacrificed so much and completely rearranged his life.
Finally he decided he would do something about it. It would be fun bringing Annabelle back down to earth. Besides he didn't really have much else to do after all. So starting that Monday he began to hatch his secret plan to make his wife understand what he was going through.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Story: The Stowaway
THE STOWAWAY
or... Not On This Ship!
by Tcheser
"What's that?" Captain John Ambrose, the burly battle-hardened commander of the square-rigged frigate H.M.S. Indomitable, asked a second time, having been almost certain that he must have misheard what his first officer had just told him and desiring most fervently to have it clarified for him.
"I beg your pardon, Captain, but..." First Officer Tom Paddington trailed off, clearly having trouble repeating the message he was there to convey.
"Come man, spit it out, you know that since the clerk caught the yellow jack I have been positively aswim in naval memorandums, legal correspondence, and reports on that blackguard Bonaparte's movements. I simply don't have all day to wait for you to make yourself heard," Ambrose urged Paddington to continue.
"Very sorry, sir, the problem is that there is a... woman on board," Paddington informed his Captain uncomfortably.
"A woman," Ambrose laughed "Did one of the guns sneak a little filly on board and hide her in the cockpit?"
"No, sir," Paddington replied, suddenly finding the ceiling of the great cabin very interesting, "she seems to be a lady and demands we take her to Minorca."
"A lady? She demands, does she! We'll see about that." Ambrose stood at once, scattering papers every which way. He was going to deal with this 'lady' himself, he decided and, throwing on his blue coat with its pair of twin golden epaulettes, he marched out of the cabin. Sighing heavily, Paddington hurried after him.
by Tcheser
"What's that?" Captain John Ambrose, the burly battle-hardened commander of the square-rigged frigate H.M.S. Indomitable, asked a second time, having been almost certain that he must have misheard what his first officer had just told him and desiring most fervently to have it clarified for him.
"I beg your pardon, Captain, but..." First Officer Tom Paddington trailed off, clearly having trouble repeating the message he was there to convey.
"Come man, spit it out, you know that since the clerk caught the yellow jack I have been positively aswim in naval memorandums, legal correspondence, and reports on that blackguard Bonaparte's movements. I simply don't have all day to wait for you to make yourself heard," Ambrose urged Paddington to continue.
"Very sorry, sir, the problem is that there is a... woman on board," Paddington informed his Captain uncomfortably.
"A woman," Ambrose laughed "Did one of the guns sneak a little filly on board and hide her in the cockpit?"
"No, sir," Paddington replied, suddenly finding the ceiling of the great cabin very interesting, "she seems to be a lady and demands we take her to Minorca."
"A lady? She demands, does she! We'll see about that." Ambrose stood at once, scattering papers every which way. He was going to deal with this 'lady' himself, he decided and, throwing on his blue coat with its pair of twin golden epaulettes, he marched out of the cabin. Sighing heavily, Paddington hurried after him.
Monday, July 8, 2013
Story: Aura Goes Too Far
Aura Goes Too Far
by Tcheser
Mark and Aura had been married and living happily together for several years. They had a nice home but had no children yet. Mark was eager for a family, but Aura wasn't ready. She said she was having too much fun at the moment and that could come later, which was okay with Mark. He could wait. He loved Aura. She was beautiful and witty and full of life. She wasn't perfect of course. She had faults like everyone else. For instance she dressed far too provocatively, didn't seem capable of taking care of the house and had a hard time remaining monogamous, but Mark could forgive her anything it seemed as long as he knew she loved him.
That is until one day she went too far. She had gone in to church early one Sunday without Mark to deliver some donations for the poor. Mark arrived a bit later. He however found her not in the chapel as planned however. Rather when he went to hang up his coat he found her in the closet snogging and groping with one of the Vicars. Aura's had her top pulled down exposing nearly all her womanly charms and the Vicar's hands were everywhere they shouldn't be. Mark was blown away. His wife was making out with a man of the cloth in a church on Sunday no less.
Mark didn't know what to say or do at first. He thought seriously about decking the Vicar, but knew no matter how much he deserved it that wouldn't solve his problem. So he just went about separating them. He pulled his oblivious wife out of the closet first startling her something awful and then grabbed the Vicar by his arm and pulled him to his feet. Realizing who Mark was the Vicar apologized profusely and begged Mark not to hurt him or tell anyone else what had happened, especially not anyone in the church. Mark agreed as he didn't see how that would help anyone but told the Vicar to never even think about coming near his wife again. The Vicar promised and said that had she not been teasing him with her short skirts and suggestive looks and comments it would have never gotten this far. Mark pretended he didn't hear that and told the Vicar to get out of his sight. He didn't want to hear anymore of his reasons or excuses for his foul behavior. The Vicar nodded and hurried away before Mark changed his mind.
What the Vicar said once again confirmed what Mark had been thinking for quite some time though. Aura just couldn't control herself. If she could she would have never gone into the closet with the Vicar. She just didn't know how to behave, how to be a proper wife, how to not get him in trouble. She needed help. She had practically goaded the Vicar into fooling around with her after all. She thought it was a thrill. He could see it in her eyes.
That is until one day she went too far. She had gone in to church early one Sunday without Mark to deliver some donations for the poor. Mark arrived a bit later. He however found her not in the chapel as planned however. Rather when he went to hang up his coat he found her in the closet snogging and groping with one of the Vicars. Aura's had her top pulled down exposing nearly all her womanly charms and the Vicar's hands were everywhere they shouldn't be. Mark was blown away. His wife was making out with a man of the cloth in a church on Sunday no less.
Mark didn't know what to say or do at first. He thought seriously about decking the Vicar, but knew no matter how much he deserved it that wouldn't solve his problem. So he just went about separating them. He pulled his oblivious wife out of the closet first startling her something awful and then grabbed the Vicar by his arm and pulled him to his feet. Realizing who Mark was the Vicar apologized profusely and begged Mark not to hurt him or tell anyone else what had happened, especially not anyone in the church. Mark agreed as he didn't see how that would help anyone but told the Vicar to never even think about coming near his wife again. The Vicar promised and said that had she not been teasing him with her short skirts and suggestive looks and comments it would have never gotten this far. Mark pretended he didn't hear that and told the Vicar to get out of his sight. He didn't want to hear anymore of his reasons or excuses for his foul behavior. The Vicar nodded and hurried away before Mark changed his mind.
What the Vicar said once again confirmed what Mark had been thinking for quite some time though. Aura just couldn't control herself. If she could she would have never gone into the closet with the Vicar. She just didn't know how to behave, how to be a proper wife, how to not get him in trouble. She needed help. She had practically goaded the Vicar into fooling around with her after all. She thought it was a thrill. He could see it in her eyes.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Story: Foreign Exchange (Part 2)
Foreign Exchange (part 2)
by Tcheser
When Amber finally got up out of bed again after shutting herself away in her room. She went back out into the main room of the apartment and found Magda and the whole family group watching TV again. At first she tried to be polite and all, but they seemed too enraptured by the program and their drinking that only the rudest outbursts seemed to get their attention. She asked where her luggage was and finally the reply was that it must have been stolen.
Amber did''t believe Magda, but what could she do? Especially now that she was without her passport, identification or any money. She couldn't anger these people too much. So she decided to play it cool at least till the next day. Then she would be able to go out and make a call or reach the embassy.
She was still very hungry though and implored Magda for some food. Magda didn't seem to hear or something though. She just kept acknowledging that Amber was hungry and nodding her head. Finally a couple hours later after Amber came and pleaded to the point of begging. She hadn't eaten since the plane ride the day before after all and she had been too nervous to eat more then a few bites then. The begging seemed to get Magda's attention and in broken English she explained that if Amber anted to eat. Amber had to work.
by Tcheser
When Amber finally got up out of bed again after shutting herself away in her room. She went back out into the main room of the apartment and found Magda and the whole family group watching TV again. At first she tried to be polite and all, but they seemed too enraptured by the program and their drinking that only the rudest outbursts seemed to get their attention. She asked where her luggage was and finally the reply was that it must have been stolen.
Amber did''t believe Magda, but what could she do? Especially now that she was without her passport, identification or any money. She couldn't anger these people too much. So she decided to play it cool at least till the next day. Then she would be able to go out and make a call or reach the embassy.
She was still very hungry though and implored Magda for some food. Magda didn't seem to hear or something though. She just kept acknowledging that Amber was hungry and nodding her head. Finally a couple hours later after Amber came and pleaded to the point of begging. She hadn't eaten since the plane ride the day before after all and she had been too nervous to eat more then a few bites then. The begging seemed to get Magda's attention and in broken English she explained that if Amber anted to eat. Amber had to work.
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