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Author's Note: Responding to many requests I have written this story as a sort of sequel to ‘Runaway Chair’ . It is now the title story of a collection of BDSM tales published as ‘The Cyber Trap’ The receptionist at the Hilton Olympia looked embarrassed as she said: ‘I am sorry madam, Mr Tigliani checked out 09.30 his morning. No, he did not leave a message…’ I held my breath and closed my eyes while I slowly counted to ten. Then I let out my breath and I forced myself to smile at the girl. When I left the lobby I felt ready to kill that pompous asshole of an Italian who had absolutely insisted on one of our sales representatives’ meeting him in this hotel for a ‘commercial discussion’. And who simply had left without even a call on my cell phone! ...

Author's Note: In an outpost in the Antarctic, a woman find herself alone, tending to the base. The antarctic winter looms over. Light is dwindling. This is the first story that I’ve written, so some parts may be slightly wonky in one way or another. All comments and questions are welcome and encouraged. Part 1 So this is what it feels like, Helen. She thought to herself as she stared into the storm outside the base. It was complete whiteout, and had been now for a couple of days, and she had been alone since just before it began. Howard had broken his arm badly, and had been transported out to McMurdo for treatment, Rachel had flown him out, and that left her to stay and maintain the base. She didn’t know how they fared, as she hadn’t been able to reach anyone on the radio since the storm began. Thankfully she had always been the stay in and read a book type, as the weather did not allow for any travel, and the weather was not showing any signs of letting up. Winter was creeping closer, and if the storm kept up, she might have to stay, and wait for spring. ...

Author's Note: The start of a long trail. I know where it’s going, will write more as I feel motivated. Chapter I - The Prep The offer really was too good to refuse. Lin’s student debt had been getting out of control and her efforts to find sources of income had all ended in blind alleys. She was a good student with some good ideas, but not so obviously brilliant that anyone had wanted to make a special accommodation for her when times were so tight. She was about to be forced to give up her ambition to get a PhD, or even an MS, and settle for very reduced career prospects. ...

Author's Note: It’s been a few years since I’ve written (completed) a story. I’ve had this one bouncing in my head for months and decided to finally do it. I’d love to hear your feedback! Jill sat at her makeshift terminal debugging a seemingly endless stream of code. Most of the code wasn’t hers so that didn’t help much despite the documentation. Her caffeine driven sleep deprived marathons were making even small tasks take excessively long but she refused to rest. ...

Chapter 1: Gateway Connie, Alice and Kelly couldn’t believe how quickly civilization disappeared behind them. The string of potholes called a road wasn’t even wide enough for two cars to pass at the same time while keeping all four wheels on the pavement. It all added to the sense of adventure. This would be Kelly’s first time to the family estate: the “haunted” family estate. The stories from her childhood swam in her head. Most of them had seemed like tall-tales when she got older, and she didn’t really believe in the supernatural now. Still, those stories carried such an emotional weight that she couldn’t help but to be nervous and perhaps even a little fearful. Her feelings were contagious; Connie and Alice looked nervous as well. This was going to be a Halloween to remember for the three of them. Connie and Alice couldn’t wait to see a real ghost. They were giving up their fall break at the university to come with her. No one really expected anything to happen, but it would be fun nonetheless. ...

Author's Note: This is the first multi-part story I’ve worked on in some time. Please read, enjoy and leave a comment. Part 1 It was something of a truism that, if you dug deep enough every neighborhood, no matter how small, had its mysteries and a rare few of those were even actually mysteries. Famous crimes, strange disappearances, spooky occurrences and unexplained phenomenon, the kind of things that might even draw in tourists or a television crew if the neighborhood was insistent enough in promoting itself. Of course, most neighborhood mysteries were completely mundane. Little more than housewife gossip, the type passed around church pews and barbecues, or wildly exaggerated stories that became little more than urban legends, if they were interesting enough. Hickory Lane could not even claim that much. Oh, there was certainly plenty of gossip, that seemed to be something of a universal constant, but most of it was of an utterly mundane sort. The Emerson divorce had been the biggest news in a while, but that ended up being too painfully amicable to make for a good story. No, the real enduring mystery of the neighborhood was a house. Not a haunted house, nothing so interesting, just an old house. It was a nice house, most would agree, a small two-story affair at the far end of the block right next to a thicket of hickory trees that had given the development its name once upon a time enclosed by a wooden fence in the back. Now, who had built the house and when was something of a mystery. No one in the neighborhood was entirely certain just how long it had been there, though most agreed that it had to have been among the first homes built here and certainly the oldest still standing, but that was hardly the sort of mystery that got tongues wagging. Nor was the house some rundown and abandoned ruin of an earlier age. The building itself was clean and well kept, the shutters painted, the yard and the gardens in the back were neatly tended and the pool was cleaned regularly. That was no mystery either since the house was occupied and had been for years. No, as was also traditional the true mystery of 137 N. Hickory Lane was its residents. ...

Author's Note: Nothing is quite as it seems but adults consent to non-consent to be happy at times. This is such a story. Chapter 1 - The She had arrived on time for once. He had told her tonight was special and to make herself beautiful. Well, he had told her how to make herself beautiful for him. He had told her which shoes, which dress, which underwear and how the hair and make up should be. It was what he liked her to be for him, a sophisticated slut. A prize to show off. She loved being that for him. ...

Author's Note: This story is inspired by Charles Band’s “Puppetmaster” movies and has supernatural elements in it. This may not be for everyone. The four friends had known each other since middle school and for some of them since elementary school. Now, after graduating high school together and finishing their first year of college in their respective universities, the four friends were getting together for a summer getaway at one of their wealthy uncle’s secluded vacation in the woods of upstate New York, complete with a nearby lake and resort area for swimming, hiking, and all types of water recreation activities. ...

Author's Note: Synopsis: Animal rights activist Lucie is not exactly excited when her highschool’s Egyptian arts teacher asks her to help with a project in the museum. - Note: It’s more of a horror story than anything else. Entomophobes beware. P.S. English is not my mothertongue, so please bear with me. “For they have seen the King appearing in power As a god who lives on his fathers And feeds on his mothers ...

Author's Note: Thanks as always to Bethany (handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions. Michelle got up early to drive herself to the hospital for her scheduled test. She was going in for a newly developed MRI procedure that was hopefully going to shed some light on her condition. For almost a year, small patches of numbness had been forming on her skin, sometimes accompanied by tingling or minor pain. They could appear anywhere on her body, would last from five to ten days, then would simply disappear. ...