“Oh,” said John processing the statement. Vivian imagined that he was probably changing everything he knew about her in his head. He was turning her into a lesbian. “I didn’t know that you…” he cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
“I’m not,” she jumped in. “Or at least I don’t think I am,” [...]
Archive for April, 2008
Her Result
Posted in Fiction on April 25, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Her Revelation
Posted in Fiction on April 23, 2008 | 2 Comments »
His name was John Walton III and he was a cocky son of a bitch. He had power, he had prestige, and he was the managing partner of the top law firm in Chicago. The man was untouchable and he knew it. It paid to be on his good side but Vivian was about to [...]
Her Lover
Posted in Fiction on April 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Her name was Cecilia. She had a constant smirk on her face and Vivian loved that about her. She loved that Cecilia didn’t care about what other people thought about her. Cecilia was from South Africa and she had the most gorgeous olive skin with deep brown eyes.
“Your eyes are the definition of brown,” Vivian once [...]
Her Imposition
Posted in Fiction on April 20, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Her name was Vivian Cunningham. The name was enough to scare the shit out of half the partners at the firm, but it wasn’t her name that got her to where she was, it was her hard work that made her a woman to be respected. Not only was she the only female partner but [...]
Her Temptation
Posted in Fiction on April 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t stop herself from doing it. The thought of having to stop pushed her to do it more. The absolute ecstasy she felt was a feeling she got from nothing else.
Every moment of the process brought a different type of excitement, and it was a process she knew [...]
Memories
Posted in Me, Memories on April 9, 2008 | 8 Comments »
Sometimes memories creep up on me in the middle of the most obscure moments. I could be driving somewhere, sitting at the dinner table, talking on the phone, or in the middle of a project when it hits me like a ton of bricks. Suddenly I am back to where-ever the memory takes place, I can see [...]