I’ve always been ambivalent about tattoos. When I was young the only people I knew who had one were ex-servicemen. Later they became synonymous with far-right extremism and in my mind were threatening. They served as a warning. I only began to notice them on women when I was in my mid-forties. By that time my sons were getting themselves too & from school on their own so I hardly ever met with the school mums at the gate...

“So this band is called what?” Kareena wasn’t sure she’d heard right. “The Devil’s Rejects.” “And we’re going to hear them because they’re—what—the band most likely to make my mom have heart failure?” “And your dad too.” Lacey grinned. “That and the fact that they’re supposed to be shit-hot. It’s an all-round result.” The parking lot to the Brewhaus was studded with potholes and several of the neon letters had blinked out...

It wasn’t easy getting there. Well, that’s an understatement. It was damned arduous, in fact, and the first time Tiffany trekked across the island, she’d been too exhausted to even contemplate descending to her intended beach destination at the foot of the craggy cliffs.  Looking down, the cove certainly looked inviting — the azure sea gently lapping up to the strip of rich yellow sand — but Tiffany was simply grateful to...

The return to our Paris hotel was uneventful. We had a good time aboard the ship visiting all the marvelous places along the Seine, but it wasn't as fun with Tam in mom's stateroom. Tam and I didn't have any more intimate encounters, obviously because mom was pretty much back to normal health-wise, which was nice. We did tour Paris this time around taking in the Eiffel Tower, The Louvre Museum, along with the Arc de Trium...

Michael and Rachael sat in the car outside his home for a few minutes until she was able to compose herself enough to walk into the house safely. He helped her to stand, and she adjusted her clothing a bit while he blocked anyone who happened by from seeing anything. She turned to look at the seat she had made such a mess in. "Oh, Michael! I'm so sorry! Look at what I did to your car!" Rachael said. "Don't worry about it,...

Her flame-red hair was in a pony-tail and stuck out through the back opening of the ball cap she wore. It wagged as she moved, like the tail on a happy dog, brushing the tops of her shoulders. I watched as she bent over the fender of the 1963 Impala in an attempt to loosen the distributor, her slender body stretched out as she reached into the engine bay. Wonder what she looks like without those coveralls on? The blue cov...

"Didn't mommy say you're not to go into her make den? The rest of the house is your playground. The den is where mommy does her work. Okay? Okay. I love you, bun-buns. Now get your keister into bed. Can you pass Debbie the phone?"Jess held her cellphone aside, offering a sheepish grin and apologetic shake of her head to Maggie seated across from her in their cosy cocktail booth. Her friend didn't react, mentally gnawing a...

It had been a little over a month since Bella had gotten her nipples pierced. She was healing well, and it was time to go get her piercings checked. "Bella today you and I are going back to see Big Pete and have him look at your piercings to see how they are doing. Hopefully, we can get your clit hood pierced today too if things are going okay with your other piercings," he said. "Yes Master," Bella said. While she wanted...

Walking in heels sucks. I’d have kicked them off, but the midday sun made that backwater, single lane road so hot my poor feet would have blistered in minutes. I have a car. Well, I had a car until it fucking died, leaving me stranded in the middle of bum-fuck Egypt. Okay, so the green fields and forests of Kentucky are anything but desert — but, grass or sand, I was just as alone. So, why didn't I call for help? Because...