It's amazing how much time you have once you retire. You have nowhere to be at any certain time and no people you just have to be there to meet. You have no deadlines and no tasks that absolutely have to be done before the corporate visit on Tuesday. It's like a curtain between you and your life has been lifted and you can see yourself doing what you always wanted to do.
How could a vibrant, attractive, confident woman be reduced to such a waiflike caricature?
"Not if I can help it. Nor Gordon, nor Jane. She's good you know. The best." Hope in her eyes. "Try not to worry just help them all you can. Don't hide anything Barbara."
She looked at me, "I like that. I like it when you say my name. I wish you could have said it, you know. And I wish I could have said yours. David. I like that. Simple. Simple and nice."
God she was lovely. Even here, no make-up, simple clothes, sad. I held her hands in mine, against the rules but no-one came in, and said, "I like Barbara too." I think my tone told her how I felt just then because she squeezed my hands.
"Thanks," she said. "It was unkind you know, to use you like that!"
I laughed, "I didn't mind and I don't know." I squeezed her hands, "I hope that you might 'use' me again."
"I think I'd like that," she said smiling then the sadness descended, "but I won't because I'll be in prison."
"No you won't," I said firmly. "Now, chin up. We'll get you off this."
My
name is Jimmy, my profession is Carpenter and Joiner. I know that it's a trade,
not a profession but to the Hoi-Poloi, like me, it sounds impressive. It’s a
Greek word, meaning ‘the many’.
I
work for my uncle Tom who runs a small and respected shop fitting business. He
is a very relaxed, easy-going, fifty years old widower, and has taught me a lot,
mostly about how to bamboozle the Hoi Oligoi; which is also Greek. It means ‘the
few’; the self-anointed few who claim to be the betters of us hoi poloi.
As Kathy walked out of Dr. Anne Jordan's office, she thought
to herself that the person she needed to talk to was Trevor.
Crossing the quad, She saw Trevor ad walked toward him.
Trevor noticed Her and waived. She walked up to Trevor and asked him if he had
some time to talk. He said that he did. She asked Trevor if he and Tom ever
talked about sexual things.
Kathy and Tom attended the same seminary. They Both saw
Christian ministry as their highest calling. She stayed in the women's
dormitory and Tom stayed in the men's dormitory. They held hands in public, and
often kissed in private. They both knew that they had to wait until after they
were married to do much more.
The
tension in that honeymoon cabin was so thick you could cut it with a
knife. I gently rested my hands on my virgin bride’s hips, and her
shoulders twitched, I leaned forward and planted a very soft kiss at the
base of her neck. She moaned softly, and then again as my hands slid
upward, past the swell of her hips and her slender waist, gliding over
the silky fabric up her back until, so very softly, my fingers left the
satin and traced across the exposed skin of her back.
Devout Believers Face Their Wedding Night mental struggles.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm the palpitations that were pounding through my veins. I was standing on the edge of a mountain, nothing but vast open space around me for miles. The height wasn't helping me relax, and for the hundredth time I silently asked myself why on earth I had wanted to get married on a mountain?
Then I saw her, veiled and gowned in white, gracefully descending the stairs towards me, and the world was made anew.
After finishing university as a Psychologist specializing in Hypnosis, I finally had an opportunity to dig into my wife’s past.
She always kept her past and younger years close to her chest; whereas I was willingly open about my whole life. Not that she asked, because that would have made it tough for her to refuse my curiosity.
We have been married for almost three years. Darla is 27 and I’m 28.
Life was as good as one could expect at our age, we both worked hard but equally enjoyed kicking back on weekends. Kids were in our plans, but we needed a couple more years for just us.
As much as I tried to get Darla to let me put her under hypnosis, the answer was always the same, ‘No, Tom!’
Lady Anne Mackintosh was a real, historic figure from the Jacobite Rebellion of 1745. She was a true heroine and brave, married to the head of her clan, who was a redcoat officer in the government army, however she herself led-out her Highland clansmen as "Colonel Anne" in support of the rebel Young Pretender, Charles Edward Stuart, often known as Bonnie Prince Charlie.
No matter what they may admit to, every man desires to have an
obedient, submissive, beautiful trophy wife. Conversely, every woman
secretly desires to be a perfect, subservient possession who is adored
and cared for, objectified and kept captive while provided firm
direction and absolved of all guilt surrounding sexual latitude- since
her sexual conduct is no longer her choice, but rather, her solemn and
sacred marriage duty. Every man wants this. Every woman secretly longs
for this.
We knew each other five weeks. We were in the honeymoon part of our relationship. Things were going great. It was wonderful. But we had to get to know each other better before the relationship moved to the next level.
One Thursday night in early June I received a call from my neighbor Sally. Her prominent attorney husband was out of town for a trial. She needed an escort to the metropolitan area's social event of the season, the Tiara Ball, Saturday evening. Being a widower for a year, having attended the ball before and Sally being a knockout I said yes.
I slammed Richard's car door and stormed off. He rolled down the window.
"Bitch!" he shouted, loud enough for everyone on my block to hear.
His tires screeched as he hit the gas.
Richard was supposed to take me out on a date and have me home by 12am. I looked at the cracked screen of my cellphone. It read 2am. They were having classic movie night under the stars in Springfield Park, there were showing Now Voyager with Paul Henreid and Bette Davis.
Dan pulled the keyboard towards him and banged out a quick email to Kira with the measurements and the details of where to get the secure credentials. He maintained an online repository for such details and he knew she had the credentials to access that. Once that was sent he pushed back his chair and stood up with Willow in his arms. She snuggled her face into his neck. He carried her into the kitchen and checked on the timer for the pizza. It was almost ready. Dan walked over to the kitchen table and set Willow down on a chair. She seemed reluctant to let go but when he asked her to she did immediately.
Once they were both clean they were breathing hard and standing facing each other. The moment he leaned towards her lips she surged forward to press hers against his. His tongue slipped forward to brush against hers and suddenly she was sucking at his tongue. His hands came up and cupped her breasts and he gently took her nipples between his thumb and finger, feeling the little gold barbells and rings dangle from them. Willow gasped into his mouth and he felt Willow's legs buckle a little. She was beginning to make those needy yips as she rolled her hips. She tugged, but he jolted back.
