(story continues from Anniversary Surprise) Part 2: Two Days Before Damn, damn, damn, thought Jamie. If the phone had rung a only minute sooner, she would have been able to answer it. Or if she had been just a little slower, she could have still reached over and grabbed the phone, before it became impossible for her to answer it. “I’m sorry that I can’t take your call. I’m a little tied up right now.” ...
Julie’s Time by Robert Deane Julie’s Time Chapter One A work of fiction by Robert Deane Julie was one of those girls who would turn heads, no matter where she was, regardless of what she was wearing. First, a natural blonde. Yes, that was the word, “natural.” No help from a bottle, though several hours in the sun seemed to turn it from blonde to almost a shiny gold. Plus that sweet smile. That ever-present sweet smile. And, as a friend once said, a 5’ 4" body “to die for.” Again, all natural, though hours on the treadmill when she was not running in the park always helped. ...
Julie’s Time by T.S. Fesseln A Friend In Need By T.S. FESSELN Julie’s Time Chapter One A work of fiction by Robert Deane Julie was one of those girls who would turn heads, no matter where she was, regardless of what she was wearing. First, a natural blonde. Yes, that was the word, “natural.” No help from a bottle, though several hours in the sun seemed to turn it from blonde to almost a shiny gold. Plus that sweet smile. That ever-present sweet smile. And, as a friend once said, a 5’ 4" body “to die for.” Again, all natural, though hours on the treadmill when she was not running in the park always helped. ...
* A Road Less Traveled Part One A work of fiction by Robert Deane He knew that this day would be different, unlike any other that he had experienced. And one that he hoped he would not experience again, ever. How he got himself into this position was a long story, but it started with what, at the time, seemed like an innocent comment from her. Something she had thought about, and mentioned to him, almost in passing. But it stuck in his mind, and stayed there, until he decided that it was time. ...
Part 1 I must have listened to her voice mail message at least a hundred times during the afternoon. She left a very simple message, in that sultry voice, from her to me. “Hello, sweet David. Your anniversary present will be in the closet when you get home. I’m sure that you will like it.” She knew I liked surprises. We had been together nearly a year, tomorrow being the 365th day. During that year of learning more about each other on an almost daily basis, she had learned that curiousity drove me nuts. I was surprised that I didn’t get a traffic ticket heading home from the office. To say that I exceeded the speed limit would have been an understatement. Had my car been on the desert salt flats, it would probably have set a new land speed record. ...
* Chapter 1 of the “Kelli” Series a continuing story by Robert Deane of DeaneProductions To this day, I am still not sure what first attracted me to her. Perhaps it was those long legs. I still smile every time that I think about the phrase to describe those legs, how they go all they up to there (and we know where “there” is.) And the black leather high-heeled boots that she often wore when she danced only added to the elegance of those long legs. ...
(story continues from Kelli) ANNIVERSARY SURPRISE Chapter 5 of the “Kelli” Series a continuing story by Robert Deane of DeaneProductions introducing David and Dawn (first written as “The Anniversary”) As he recalled the beginnings of that day, he told me that must have listened to her voice mail message at least a hundred times during the afternoon. She had left a very simple message, in that sultry voice, from her to him. ...
(story continues from Kelli) * Chapter 2 of the “Kelli” Series Kelli’s Pony a continuing story by Robert Deane of DeaneProductions As another author once wrote, the Wooden Horse has always been known as a devious device, designed for the slow sexual torture of a beautiful woman. Legend has it that its earliest use was in Japan. A similar device was used, also according to legend, in Europe as a general-purpose torture, in its most vicious form a wide triangular wooden plank, set sharp end up. The helpless woman would be lifted into the air and set upon the horse, her full body weight supported on the most tender flesh between her legs. Her legs would be forced wide by the width of the lower part of the plank, with weights attached to the ankles to keep her from falling off, making the ordeal immediately unbearable. ...
(story continues from Kelli) * Chapter 7 of the “Kelli” Series a continuing story by Robert Deane of DeaneProductions As David remembered, it had taken a while for the grogginess to clear from his head. When he first began to awaken, as an almost natural instinct he had tried to stretch his arms and legs. But that had not been possible, his legs unable to move and a throbbing ache in his arms. The next attempt, in quick succession, was to open his eyes. Again, David had not found success. Then he tried speech, but also found it was blocked, unable to close his mouth or even open it wider, to make any intelligible sounds. ...
KIMBERLY’S NIGHT Part One A work of fiction by Robert Deane This was going to be a long night for Kimberly. It wasn’t planned that way, but it was headed in that direction. It had started out as an evening of self-bondage for Kimberly, an evening not unlike many others. But she had made a mistake, one that would result in her self-imposed bondage continuing until the morning when her roommate came home from her nightshift work. ...
Here’s a new one…it has not even made it to my site yet…thought you might want to “premier” it on your site….as I said before…my way of saying thank you very much for all that you have done to help my website _____________________________________________________________________ One Tie Too Many By Robert Deane Deaneproductions.com ‘Okay,’ she kept telling herself. ‘Calm down and you will get out of this. You always do, and you will somehow manage it this time.’ That’s what Suzanne kept telling herself, but this time she didn’t believe it. ...
Hello, my friend! I know it has been entirely too long since I sat down at the keyboard and banged out a story. But I finally did the other day, and thought you might get a kick out of it. It doesn’t have a name or maybe it’s “The Story With No Name.” PS - if you post an e-mail address for me, please use [email protected]. Keep well - and keep warm! ...