Rack Stories

Sir Elizabeth lay naked on a cushioned, inclined bench on one of Heartgarden Castle’s many verandas. A roaring fire in the veranda’s hearth kept it pleasant, even as the sun set and a winter breeze rustled the treetops of the courtyard beyond. Twelve aspirants were gathered around her, the wide skirts of their gowns competing for space. Each one held a large silk scarf in his delicate, gloved hands, and fluttered it regul...

You're the cheese on my cracker The cream in my pieThe icing on my cakeThe apple of my eye. You're the ice in my cubeThe bubble in my gumThe nibble on my lipBefore I taste your tongue Oh can't you see I love you more than food? You're balls in my spaghettiI'm the southern fried on your cockYou're the peanut in my butterAnd stir carrots in my wok A spring in my stepThe grin on my faceCause I iced your pole and My Cherry yo...

I have been divorced for over a year after twenty one years with one man.   Now, here I am at 43 and alone for the first time in my adult life. It had hurt when he told me that he was seeing a younger woman and wanted to be with her.   It hurt even more when I happened to see the two of them together.   I was walking past a local bar and saw the two of them having drinks, laughing, holding hands.   He had not held my hand...