Non-Consent/Reluctance

“Slow tonight, huh?”

The “mixologist” glanced up at me through her blonde bangs as she poured my drink. They weren’t allowed to be called bartenders… somet

Ann opened the drape and looked outside and everything was white. It took her back to her childhood when she eagerly anticipated the first snowfall. Oh, how she loved sledding, building snowmen, and snowball fights. Now the 37 year old housewife saw the snow as a nuisance; snow was something that made it difficult to drive and gave you a backache when you had to shovel it.

Ann was alone in the house with her 18 year old daughter Jill. Her husband, Steve, left on a business trip yesterday and

“What time is it?” Jessica asked.

I looked at the time on my laptop and replied “It’s 12:17”.

It was another late night in the office. For the past week the two of us had been spending many late nights together trying to get this project out the door to make our client happy. Jessica and I had worked together for about eight months now. Technically she is my boss but the office is so small we all work together as equals.

“Wow. I thought it was only around

Cassidy and Emily were the perfect couple. Both 28 years old, they were the ‘beautiful people’ and lived an amazingly rich and fulfilling life. Cassidy had joined the US Army ten years previously and married childhood sweetheart, Emily, two years later. They had been stationed in Germany at a base there for the past three and Emily had a nice job at the administration block on the camp. Cassidy was a tall, blonde, muscular guy while his wife was a petite, smouldering brunette with

It was supposed to be a great weekend. But then I was supposed to have the perfect wife! All I wanted was a chance to fish a little, drink some beer, and just relax. I had a good job, but it was very stressful. I had planned this little escape for a month and Nan had known about it from the beginning.

It all started on Friday night, just as I was getting all my gear together for my trip to the mountains. Nan came out to the garage and dropped her little bomb.

“My mother called. She said Aunt

It had been a real rough year for my big sister Debra. In the March she had lost her job, then in June our father sadly passed away in his sleep. Then in September she split up from her husband of five years Colin. It had been a pretty rocky marriage at the best of times, I never took to him and always wondered what she saw in the waster. Still my feelings towards him paled in comparison to his family’s towards Debra – they hated her with a passion from the first!

Anyway that was the past

All of the shit that Sean had ever been through was worth it just to be able to experience this moment of his life. Lisa Harrison had been a teacher in his school during his final year. He was head over heels in lust with her from the second he first saw her, but they didn’t get on. She had only been a little older than his eighteen years, but acted as if she had the right to tell him how to live his life.

She hadn’t approved of his extracurricular activities; dealing and getting

Hawaii was everything Anita had expected it would be! Beautiful white sands, the turquoise blue waters of Pearl Harbor, the beautiful lush Island with its enchanting music of Hawaiian guitars throbbing, their sounds filling the open air.

Only two weeks before, Anita had decided she would ‘treat’ herself to two weeks in Honolulu, Hawaii. Though money was short, she had sufficient funds to have a nice modest vacation for two weeks.

Besides, she had been promised a place to stay by one

Standing next to His car, He looked at the entrance of the school building where she worked. Waiting for her, He had as evil grin forming on His lips.

As she finished her last class, she yawned and stretched her muscles. Pushing her stuff into her book bag, she looked at her watch and walked down the hall toward her car. People were shouting their goodbyes for the long vacation ahead.

She reached her little sedan and didn’t even look up at the man, who was now sitting in his dark luxury car

Barbie Horton breathed out slowly and relaxed back in lounge seat, as the beautician at her feet began her pedicure. She took the opportunity to glance around the luxurious interior of the health spa; around the outside were private rooms for the sun-beds and massage benches. In the wide central area where she was reclining were a few pedicure chairs and wooden loungers arranged around the huge hot tub that dominated the room.

The clientele were exclusively wealthy and privileged, for this was