The Night before the Awards Faye Evans, an A-List actress, was mingling with producers, directors, and other actors in the VIP area of Bar Ocean, the trendy hangout of the top stars. She accepted a tall flute of champers from a waiter and sipped it while discussing potential winners at tomorrow’s awards ceremony. She was being heavily tipped for her role as a female lawyer fighting for woman’s rights. Faye was far too bus...

Waking up to a new assignment is always the start of a good day. This one was a bit out of the ordinary, but in a good way. There was an address, more like a location out in the country, and a time. "Hiking/pictures" was all the text had to add. I looked up the location. Not bad, about an hour's drive. The time to get there was 11 am and it was just before 9. No problem. After getting ready, I headed out, wearing hiking g...

A new day, a new job. I checked my phone and found the text. It read, "Returning client. Timid." There also was an address and a time, and I recalled the address. Some places just never fade. Interesting detail was the early morning hour of the appointment. I was ready though, and made it there in plenty of time. Once I saw the apartment building, I was certain of who I was going to see. I rang the bell on the intercom an...

One white plate, infused with aqua blue flowers blooming across a ceramic surface, lays discarded at the bottom of the sink. Red ketchup stains crusted over the floral pattern. At the same time, a relatively clean glass keeps it company, mere feet from the cupboard where both should live. I feel my lips stretch into a smile. I’ve asked him before, multiple times, to put the dishes away when he was done. But it would not d...

Today, I had to be at a mall. A specific mall too, and at a specific time. A customer wanted to do some 'exciting stuff' there, and we'd meet at a small cafeteria near the entrance of the place. She'd be wearing a large hat, sunglasses and a blue scarf, so I could easily recognize her. "Hello, you're here already," I said as I sat down at her table. The woman didn't look as old as she reportedly was. I'd guessed her to be...

Passion. Envying those that have it, jealous of the ones that inspire it, we are driven by life's passions. This is especially true in matters of the heart. While we verbally swear that we want love, perhaps even believe it to be true, our heart yearns to be utterly consumed by the ferocity of a fiery, unbridled passion that incinerates our soul, the ashes of rapture our release. Only with our heart thundering, our quiver...

Let me introduce myself. I'm Lady Sinclair. And today, I'm out hardware shopping, but not for the hardware you find in Home Depot. No, today I was shopping for a hard young body. You see, a week ago, my very dull and dreary husband had found me in bed fucking our young Latino gardener, which he promptly fired. Needless to say, that left me extremely unsatisfied and terribly horny. So today, I have decided to do something...