A. writes creative nonfiction and fiction across a range of genres.
She had been working for him for a week now. She was short, athletic, with perfectly round breasts and a narrow waist. Her legs showed the tone and strength of her days as a high school soccer player. Her olive skin had a warm glow and her eyes were a deep brown.
By A.3 years ago in Filthy
They had met a couple times before. Had talked about an arrangement. Had talked around the issue. She was young and had blonde, curly hair. Her breasts were large and full and her hips and ass were perfectly round and wonderful in his mind.
She walks to the upper floor of the library...the aroma of books envelops her... and she loves it, she is at home. Her deep red hair is pinned in a tight bun -- her bright eyes are framed by dark, tortoise-rimmed glasses.
She had dark hair with touches of grey. Dark eyes and tan skin. She wore a black sports tank and black shorts. White Nike shoes and ankle socks. She was about average height and reasonably fit.
Her small, energetic dog -- a Corgi -- jumped on the bed. He was always kind to the dogs, though he wasn't much of a dog fan.
As usual, she woke up, showered, shaved everything, washed her hair, so on. Grooming every day at least once, and taking special care of her skin and hair was an activity He wanted dedicated specifically to Him.
Dan parked his car in the gravel lot of the small apartment building just as you turned onto Bird Road. The 4-unit brick complex sat across from the large yellow home with the big lot that faced the main road. Just across the road, the train tracks reliably rumbled hour after hour. Visitors often found the noise jarring, but if you lived there, you were used to it and at night, the soft, low sound lulled you to sleep.
By A.3 years ago in Families
The too long Holiday visit was over now and I was home. My home. Hours away from the placed I’d grown up. The place I always called home. I’d gone home because it was time. Past time, really. I needed to see all of them. The people who haunted my dreams and made me cry at random times during the day. The reasons for the darkness in the afternoons that stayed with me into the evenings.
Sometimes it hurts. It hurts so bad I can't imagine another moment. I close my eyes. And beg for it to go away. I hear a sound or smell a smell or stop and think and it hurts.
By A.3 years ago in Humans
He'd had them about a week, maybe a bit more. Saddle shoes. A reminder of a simpler time in his life. People mentioned them, sometimes. His new shoes. Maybe because he always wore simple and plain and nothing attention-getting, really, on his feet.
The rain came down lightly on a grey, cool day just minutes from Spring, it seemed. I drove my recently acquired mid-size luxury car down a moderately crowded street just before the lunch rush. I wore a dark suit and a wool and cashmere overcoat. I left the coffee shop minutes before. Left because my appointment never showed. A text yielded only a one-word response. A follow-up, nothing. This may have been the last chance.
By A.3 years ago in Journal
She wore lace panties and black, suede heels. And nothing else. She was tall and her long, fit body filled the bed nicely. Her ass escaped the grasp of her panties, providing a view of luscious, firm flesh.