Bucky Goldstein on Gromet's Plaza Archive

A Halloween Gone All Wrong

Fri, 29 Oct 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Marybeth was in terror. No, she thought to herself, she was scared, she was pissed off and she was a little bit horny. The reason for all of this had handfuls of her hair in both hands, trying to force more of himself into her mouth. Then he said words she really didn’t need to hear.

“I haven’t busted a nut in over 8 months, and you are the chosen vessel.’ What should have repulsed her, instead opened up a whole new line of thinking in her head…

A Cold Winter's Night

Thu, 30 Sep 2021 00:00:00 +0000

‘Shit!’ Michael thought, ‘this doesn’t look good’.

An old pick-up truck stuck in a snow bank at 11:00 at night wasn’t the problem. That it was minus 28f degrees, combined with a girl walking around in a t-shirt was. This girl was suffering from severe hypothermia, and he had to act right now. He had read about this, and knew that she was in serious trouble.

He pulled his car up beside her, stopped, and opened his door almost at the same time. He grabbed her and dragged her to the passenger side of his car, opened the door and practically threw her in. He then turned to the stuck truck, and ran over to it to see if anyone else was in it. It was empty.

The Barn

Mon, 21 Jun 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Part 4

It was a delicious memory.

Damn, he thought to himself, here we go. Once he got started he couldn’t stop the video in his head.

Steven was sitting in his home office, he was writing code again. It was a nice early summer evening. The windows were open; there was a slight breeze, a smell in the air that could only happen in the country. It was one of the reasons he had moved out of the city. For many years nights like tonight had been a forgotten memory of his youth, then he had taken a vacation that brought it all back. He had bought this house three years ago, and had moved up to southern Vermont, working remotely, a short while later.

The Barn

Tue, 15 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Part 3

Steven was surprised to hear voices coming through his security system speakers, it was 9:00 on the Sunday evening of the Martin Luther King weekend. There were two persons coming out of the snowstorm who by the sound of their voices were women. It had been snowing now for almost two hours, there was probably three inches of snow on the ground with another seven expected.

It wasn’t until they were very close to the barn that he realized he was hearing Bobbie’s voice, “We can go in, but only for a few minutes.”

The Barn

Tue, 04 Aug 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Part 2

Steven sat at his desk writing computer code. He was good at it; he had been writing and debugging code for over 15 years. The current code he was writing was for a piece of equipment he had helped design. A degree in Electrical Engineering, with a minor in programming was a useful commodity.

He wasn’t in good spirits tonight, as he had been for the past few weeks. He had been looking forward to last night for months. Bobbie was supposed to have returned, sadly she had not.

The Barn

Tue, 14 Jul 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Bobbie approached the barn from out of the woods, the barn being about 200 yards from the trail that snaked through the forest between the two southern Vermont towns where this barn was located. She could see the lights were out in the house, the barn being about 50 yards from the house.

It had been raining, the woods were damp, she stopped at the tree line and watched the house for more than a minute. No signs of life.

An Unlikely Dance Partner

Sat, 02 Nov 2019 00:00:00 +0000

When he had read the email Bucky had almost laughed out loud:

How are you doing? I have been thinking about you. Ihave been so stressed all day and so worried Babe.I have issues here. It is hard to speak out and right now.. I’m Kind of in a financial bind at the moment. My arts and antiques been finally signed and approved for shipment by the Customs. It’s good news for me but I am really worried. I am so cash trapped and I just don’t know what to do now Babe. I will be very grateful for your kind assistance so i can clear the customs. I’m in dire of $850 to balance up charges. Soon as I can get the customs cleared, I will be returning to the States and I can’t wait to meet you and share sweet memories. I’m very sorry for bringing my burden on you. I’m just in dire need. I will appreciate your kind help towards this as I’m so worried right now. I don’t want to stay longer here. I can’t wait to meet you soon. Lots of Hugs and Kisses x

A Dream is just a Dream

Mon, 17 Dec 2018 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from Part One

Chapter Three: Dream a little Dream

She normally didn’t remember dreams, but being restrained and played with was not something she could easily forget. Funnily, she had never had a dreams subject repeat itself in her life, now they seemed to be a recurring theme….

‘…. this is different’, she thought to herself, standing shaking her left leg. She was looking down at her feet and could see that the ankle cuffs were back, although this time her feet were being held almost double shoulder width apart by an adjustable metal bar. Her wrists were behind her back, testing her bonds she could tell they were attached to each other, and she was naked again. She turned her head and mentally relaxed when she saw him going through all of her toys laid out on her bed, her empty black bag on the floor by his foot. She knew she was “safe”…., maybe not the right word to use - she laughed to herself.

A Dream is just a Dream

Mon, 01 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

For Sue it hadn’t been a good day. Sleep came with some difficulty. When the dream started it seemed so real……

The knocking on the door caught her by surprise. When she opened it he was standing there with a black back pack in his hand. “It’s party time! This is the night you have been waiting all your life for”.

“What do you mean?'

‘You know those fantasies you have had all your life about being restrained and played with? They are about to come true.”