April 25, 2013 800 posts 0 (0)

Posted on April 25, 2013 by riwa

 

I just uploaded my 800th story to the library. I find it a little unsettling that I have actually written so many (with several more stories and customs remaining in my archives that I may or may not post). I guess I am blessed right now to have the time to be able to sit at my desk during the day and work on one tale after another. And I must admit, I really do enjoy the process of writing and editing. I hope my efforts at pouring myself into a story are such that you can sit down after a long, hard day and can find and enjoy a story that really appeals to you!

This is my 41st blog post and I have chosen not to include them in my story totals. The 800 posts I refer to are strictly stories and chapters to stories. In addition Emma sent me a story about her experiences during Hurricane Sandy. Since all I did was polish her work up a bit I chose not to include that in my count as it was not a story I wrote specifically. Everything else I have written myself.

Included are a handful of collaborations where I received rough drafts from others who asked me to take them and run with them. I have tried to make sure I included those individuals and their ideas in the credits. I always try to let you know if a story was written for or inspired by someone in particular. It might not be a story you enjoyed. But at least you know I was kind enough to attempt to put into print someone’s creative ideas.

I have received many ideas from far and wide, some of which I have been inspired to put into print. Other ideas have not caught my fancy and are currently tucked away in my ideas folders. I cannot guarantee what ideas may inspire me but I do try to keep track of them.

Every now and then I go through my folders to see if an idea might suddenly catch my attention. So there is a possibility that a suggestion you may have sent me several months ago might suddenly show up in print. Naturally I cannot make any guarantees. But I can assure you that for now I still enjoy writing and am looking forward to reaching 900 posts later this year if the good Lord is willing. And I am certainly grateful for His presence during my surgeries so that my prognosis did not turn out nearly as bad as it could have!

This library would not be possible without all of you out there who chose to come and read my stories. I have noticed that some of my tales have views going well into the tens of thousands and that is extremely gratifying! I understand that some folks may have simply skimmed the contents. But I’m sure others have chosen to read them all the way through. It is really encouraging to know I have written some stories that have been so enjoyable for so many of you to read, judging by your votes and comments. I certainly do appreciate that and I thank you so much for taking the time to stop by…

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March 31, 2013 update 0 (0)

Posted on March 31, 2013 by riwa

 

I had my pancreas surgery on the 14th of March. I was doing so well after the operation that I was sent home the 16th. That was a good sign to only be in the hospital for two days.

The doctor told me they did not find anything serious or of a cancerous nature in the cyst he removed. The cells were related to the pancreas and were benign/not unusual. And his skills were such that he was able to remove the pancreas without taking the spleen or affecting any nearby organs or arteries.

I had a drain in my belly for two weeks after surgery that worked to remove additional blood and fluids. I saw the doctor this past Wednesday and he decided it was time to remove it. That was a bit unexpected as he started counting backward… “Ten… nine… EIGHT…” and with a hard yank he pulled it out. Boy, did THAT feel different!

Mom saw how well I was doing and decided there was no need for her to stick around any longer. So she headed home Thursday morning. She got in safely and is happy to be back home where she can do what she wants without worrying about her son.

So here I am. I’ve noticed I don’t eat as much as I used to and I get tired after an activity more than I expected. But otherwise I’m on the road to a full recovery.

It certainly is a meaningful Easter for me this year. Things could have turned out so much worse and I have a lot to be thankful for. I hope this Easter season is just as special for you this year as it is for me.

Thank you all so much for your thoughts and prayers. They really meant a lot to me during this past month. And thanks for stopping by and checking out the site. I hope to get back to writing soon as I do have some ideas buzzing through my head…

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Mar 1, 2013 Update 0 (0)

Posted on March 1, 2013 by riwa

 

It all started back on Friday January 11 when I went to the ER for some serious pain in my lower back. I think that is the worst it has ever hurt! I even got sick to my stomach and had to use a sickness bag in the ER!

They did a CT scan on me and discovered that sure enough I had a couple of kidney stones blocking the flow. But that wasn’t all. The ER doctor told me they saw a small mass near the end of my pancreas.

I tried to appear cheerful despite the pain I was in. But inwardly my heart sank. They referred me to an oncologist, knocked my pain down to a tolerable level and then sent me on my way.

I got to spend the whole weekend in uncertainty while waiting for my appointment with the oncologist. The ER doctor had used the term “mass” and “pancreas” in the same sentence. Surely this didn’t bode well. All the research I did online indicated that the prognosis was not good if it was serious.

I did entertain some rather interesting thoughts over the weekend. Did I rename my website “The Riwa Memorial Library”? Was mom going to bury me next to dad? How fast could I liquidate my possessions? And would I end up moving back home?

I told my mother and naturally she had a couple of bad days while waiting for my doctor’s appointment. Naturally I had this idea of a “mass” running through my head throughout the weekend. Your thoughts can sure run wild on you, can’t they?

I saw the doctor the next Tuesday the 15th. The first thing he told me was they had seen a shadow on the CT scan and wanted a better scan to make a better determination. The word “shadow” somehow sounded better to me than the word “mass” and I told him so. He understood and he helped schedule a 2nd CT scan to study the pancreas better.

I had that 2nd scan on Thursday the 17th. From there, all that was left was the waiting. In the meantime I decided to tell only a few people as I had no idea what we were dealing with.

As an added bonus the weather during much of January was exceptionally cold. There were a couple of weeks where temperatures barely reached 15 during the day. And here I was trying not to let my mind run away with me while trying to be patient. It was a month I was glad to be finished with when it finally ended.

Again, the waiting was longer than I expected. In the meantime I decided to start uploading a lot of stories I had in my archives that I had yet to post to the library. After all, I didn’t know how long I would feel like writing and posting.

I wanted to make as much of my archives available as possible before conditions changed and I couldn’t write or post anymore. So I decided to post 5 stories a week for awhile… stories I had in my archives that I hadn’t posted yet. Perhaps that helps explain the sudden rush of stories over the past few weeks.

I FINALLY heard back from the doctor. They had found something near the end of my pancreas the size of a quarter in diameter. But it was not showing some of the traditional characteristics of cancer. So I was sent to a surgeon for a consultation.

I met with him on the 30th of January and he told me what the CT scan had showed. It resembled a cyst and they were unsure exactly what it could be. For all he knew it could very well be benign! In the past these cysts were often left in place just to see what might happen. But in cases of the pancreas it was always better to remove them and check it out.

It was sounding less and less serious and now I was feeling better and better. He scheduled my surgery for the 26th of Feb and I felt even better! Had it been a higher priority I believe they would have wanted to remove it immediately!!

Armed with this information I felt much better going into February. I told mom and she began making plans to come stay with me after surgery. Our stress levels had settled dramatically and I was feeling much better about living past this next Christmas.

I already had several medical appointments for February so I got right to them as I began to prepare for surgery. My first one was the doctor who is treating my blood pressure and gout. All my tests came out fine, although he was concerned my stones had yet to pass. It was decided I should go see a urologist.

My next visit was with a kidney doctor who’d been seeing me for several months over a previous issue with my kidneys. My indicators appeared to be close to normal, other than what those stones might be interfering with. He agreed that I needed to go see that urologist about the stones. So off I went… another doctor to see!

Instead of the urologist I saw a nurse practitioner who prescribed me a medication and then scheduled an x-ray to see what was going on with those stubborn stones. But the x-ray revealed them to be still blocking the passageway… only now they were too big to pass! It was strange because I had been feeling virtually no pain! I was instructed to go back and see the urologist for sure.

He met with me the 19th of Feb and told me how serious it was. He wanted to operate the next afternoon! They were big and they needed to come out! That meant there was a possibility my pancreas surgery might have to be delayed until I recovered! That news set me to scrambling!

I told mother and of course she wanted to come down. She said she would pick me up from the hospital as they did not want me driving home that afternoon. So I spent the rest of Tuesday and all of Wednesday morning getting ready for mom’s arrival and for surgery!

I went in Wednesday afternoon and they took me back and got me ready. The operation went smoothly and he went in through my, uh… well, you know. He broke them up, pulled them out and then left a stent inside to make sure any debris drained out.

I ended up sticking around waiting for mom who was driving over 680 miles to come get me, bless her heart! The hospital staff was gracious and put me in a room to wait. But I just sat in the wheelchair while taking turns standing up and going to the bathroom and then walking around.

Mom finally got in after 9 pm, driving right to the hospital thankfully because I’d given her good directions. She picked me up and took me back to the apartment, leaving my vehicle in the hospital parking lot. We went back and got it a couple days later.

In the meantime my pancreas surgeon had been talking to a surgeon in another hospital. It seems the other surgeon could operate less invasively while giving me a faster recovery time. So once again I was scheduled to go see yet another doctor for yet another consultation, this time with mom accompanying me.

We saw him Monday the 25th of February and he explained the best and worst case scenarios. He also put us even more at ease in that the chances of this being a life-threatening issue were not likely. Naturally there were risks to any surgery, but it was possible that all could go well and the cyst could end up being benign.

Tuesday the 26th mom took me to have my stent removed. You have no idea how painful it was having that thing inside me! Every time I had to go it would feel like a very sharp back pain that would finally ease. I was told it was because the kidney was backing up and swelling a little before it drained.

Having the stent removed was embarrassing to say the least. A cute trainee was there to observe the procedure. And I had to drop my trousers and briefs right in front of them!! I could feel my face flush red with embarrassment!!!

She pulled the stent out in seconds… and just like that it was over. I was shown what it looked like… and I was happy to have it out! Then I got dressed, asking if I had helped that trainee with her education. She just smiled and said yes.

Mom finally felt released to go home when we got back to the apartment and I told her I was feeling no pain. I thanked her for spending time with me and for the special meals we had enjoyed together. She ended up making the long trip home on Wednesday, getting back safely.

So where do things stand now?

I still have a kidney stone in my other kidney. But it is out of the way and does not appear to be a hindrance. In the meantime I’m in the process of scheduling surgery on my pancreas for sometime this month.

I’m so glad January and February have passed. They were very stressful months… and naturally I still have a surgery to go. But things are looking up and spring is on its way. I hope all of you fared much better than I did these past few months.

Thanks again for stopping by. And I do sincerely hope I have written something somewhere in my library that is/was enjoyable for you to read! Take care and have a really great spring…

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Dec 28, 2012 2nd anniversary 0 (0)

Posted on December 28, 2012 by riwa

 

This is the 2nd anniversary of my opening my own story website. Since then my collection has grown to 745 posts (excluding blog entries which raise that total to 782). Last year at this time I was at 567 posts less blog entries. That means I have posted 178 entries, 86 of which were newly written this year and another 20 which were edited from stories I had previously written in years past.

Naturally I have written stories this past year that are yet to be posted, tales that are either customs, requests, or stories posted to other websites. Sometimes I write a story and post it to a different website I frequent, leaving it alone for awhile before I upload it to the library. But all stories I post somewhere else will eventually be posted to my website. It is just a matter of time combined with my discretion as to when I will upload them.

I have enjoyed writing the occasional request that may be off the beaten track from my usual fare. I believe these stories challenge me as a writer so that I do not get burned out pumping out the usual tales with a similar theme that I normally enjoy writing about. I can tell you that at times it has actually been kind of hard to work on some of these stories that I normally enjoy working on. Perhaps it is this burnout factor that is involved, for eventually I do get the inspiration I need to get back to them.

The individuals for these customs and requests in virtually all instances have highly commended me for the story I wrote for them, especially when it came to including the elements they requested. These stories have sometimes been rather unique, no doubt contrary to your tastes. But an author thrives on positive feedback and it has given me great joy knowing I have written a certain story for a particular individual that has really hit the mark.

I understand your dismay as to why I might post some of these “questionable” stories. I too question whether or not to post certain stories. But my reasoning is simple: there may be others out there who might happen to enjoy that particular story and are thankful I chose to post it. So I take the risk, knowing some of you will not like it while others will find it a surprisingly enjoyable read. And who knows… the next story I post might be one you thoroughly enjoy but never expected me to write about!

As you know, the library keeps track of the votes on each story. I fully understand the “1” votes, although to be honest I suspect every one of my stories could receive a “1” from somebody for not fulfilling their interests. But what really catches my eye are the multiple high votes on any particular story. That indicates to me that it is the type of story that might be well received should I choose to post another along a similar theme sometime in the future. So I want to thank you for those “4’s” and “5’s” as they help give me ideas on what to consider working on when I’m trolling for new inspiration.

…and as for that Mayan calendar? My apartment was not hit by a meteor and my building did not take me down into a sinkhole. The facility my ex resides in is still standing and she is doing well. And my mother and sister are also alive and well as Montana has not fallen off the face of the earth. Perhaps those Mayans were working with limited space when building their calendar and simply ran out of room when they reached 2012 and no other parchments were available to continue the work.

I hope your Christmas was a joyous one and that many happy memories were created. And I hope the New Year brings many wonderful experiences with joyous friendships. Thank you for stopping by. I do hope I have written something in my library to your liking. And I am always open to requests and new ideas… although I cannot promise anything. But you never know when inspiration will strike and I might get the urge to work on something a little different…

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The Storm of the Century 4 (1)

Posted on November 22, 2012 by riwa

Note: This story was sent to me by Emma. In it she details the events of her adventures during the weekend of hurricane Sandy. All I did was tweak it in places to aid the flow of the story while using her words as much as possible. Comments and votes will be greatly appreciated for her efforts. So my Thanksgiving treat to you is a story written by Emma. I now present to you…

The Storm of the Century

Written by Emma

I was following this band around for the last few weeks on Saturday nights. The places they played weren’t that far, tops maybe 75 miles north at the furthest. They played everything from AC/DC to Frank Zappa.

I love all the old rock songs. Their music is fun and great to dance to. And getting all garbed up in a sexy rocker groupie look really made me want to go! Every night I saw them it was a catsuit and boots for me. The looks I got and the comments that were made really got me going, everything from me being so hot to the snarls of angry girlfriends.

The best part of the night was when the lead singer Malcolm would come down on his breaks and talk to me. He ignored all the other girls and sat his butt right next to mine all the way at the end of the bar. We kissed a few times but that was as far as it went.

I really didn’t care if he had a girlfriend or a wife. If he did she was never there. Besides, I wasn’t interested in love or anything. It was just the hanging out and I loved the attention.

A few times he asked to go out into the alley or the back of these seedy places he played to talk. I knew what that meant. But every time we did, there were so many people out there smoking, drinking and drugging. Most nights we just left it as a kiss farewell.

On Saturday I was getting ready to go out to see the band again. Then Jess came over with an idea for a play that night. She took one look at my rocker outfit, a shiny red and black spandex cat suit with red boots that stopped her dead in her tracks.

She wanted to go over to the old farm house for a play. But I told her I couldn’t. That’s when she started ranting and raving about us and how I didn’t have time for her anymore.

She knew for the last few weeks I had been going to see this band. I knew now I was on her radar. She told me it wasn’t fair and that she needed to spend some time with me.

I promised her on Sunday we could do something. So she agreed, telling me it was going to be at the old farm house for a play. That made her night and seemed to calm her down. Then she left and I was on my way.

The place they were playing again was in a seedy part of a town only a 20 minute drive from my place. I walked in and the first set was already going. So I had a glass of wine or two until they went for their first break.

Malcolm came down to meet me as usual, telling me how great it was that I was there. Then he told me he wanted to show me something. I was curious as he took my wrist and pulled me into the back store room and then into a closet.

“What’s this?” I asked. He just smiled and pushed me down to my knees as he made me suck him.

I couldn’t resist. It had been so long since I had done that. And the closet was a perfect place to do it too!

After 15 minutes of sucking him off, he heard his name called to play. That’s when he pulled back and zipped up. Then he left me there, telling me to give it 5 minutes so no one would know, which I agreed to.

After the next set ended I knew I was to finish the job. And I did too, we went right back to the closet! And after a short while he exploded and I swallowed every drop and licked him clean.

He looked down at me and smiled. Before he left he told me to wait 5 minutes again. I waited and then walked out of the back… right into Jess!

She was there the whole time and had followed me! She knew what I had done and told me she was there the whole night! She knew it all and saw it all!

Well you know me! I defiantly reacted with a shoulder shrug and a “Who cares?!” and she walked out. I waited until Malcolm was done and we said goodbye in our normal fashion. When he asked for my phone number I gladly gave it to him.

The next morning Jess called. But she said nothing about last night. She told me she would be at the farm house waiting for me and that I was to be “all hippied out” just like the little snoop I was.

It was raining slightly so I dressed in my pink and white poet blouse, my skinny worn jeans, my knee high fringed moccasins and my old fringed jacket. I pulled up down the road and walked up to the house. I saw it was vacant which I already knew it would be.

I could not see Jess’s car so I walked around back. There she was on the porch, waiting for me with her little pistol. “Looking for something?” she asked with a big smile on her face.

I turned and ran like hell towards the barn. But after about running 15 yards I felt the ground turn spongy under my feet. That’s when I felt my feet break through a grassy patch and I fell into a 10 foot deep hole.

Mud caked up to my knees and I was all dirty from sliding down. Jess just calmly walked up and looked down at me. “Quite a predicament you got yourself into,” she chuckled.

I called out to her for help but she just shook her head. “Not this time, my dear!” she snarled. “You can just suffer in there for awhile!” All I could do was stand there helpless!

The bubbles under foot were driving me crazy! And it seemed like the hole was sinking me deeper! The mud was swallowing me little by little!

I was afraid, knowing how Jess was going to get me back for last night. That only added to my dilemma and my pleasures – my arousal factor. Jess seemed to be enjoying it too, watching me sink as she stood there calmly holding her umbrella.

The caked mud plopped all around me as I tried digging into the walls. All I could do was call out for help. She seemed to love that even more!

I was a mess and about to cum, especially with the muddy bubbles crawling under my feet and up my legs. Then it happened! I came right there in that hole! Not much later I heard Jess cry out in erotica as well.

I finally regained my composure again although I was thigh deep in mud. Then I felt the rope fall on my shoulder. I grabbed on but it took Jess almost a half hour to pull me out!

For a moment there I was thinking if she got stuck in a sink-hole then we’d both be doomed! Thankfully that didn’t happen. But when I was pulled out of the hole I was a really muddy mess, which seemed to put a sparkle in her eye!

For a moment I laid there all muddy and soaked. Then she directed me to the barn. She let me walk first to pave the way for us so that if I fell victim to another hole it would be my peril and her pleasure.

I made it safely, navigating to the side of the field. I walked into the barn, wet and still dripping with mud. She pushed me onto the dirt floor and tied my wrists to the ropes overhead to the loft. Then she pulled me to my tip toes.

I felt like a lamb before slaughter, hanging there all wet and muddy and helpless. Then while casually humming a busy-bee tune, she tied each of my ankles to posts on either side, stretching me out like a star. She gazed at me when she was done, giggling at my pleas.

It hurt a bit but she told me I was going to pay for last night and more. That’s when she showed me the butterfly and strapped it on at my crotch. She wasted no time in turning it on.

My moans and whimpers really got the best of her. That’s when she took out the cock-gag and whispered, “Remind you of last night, SLUT?” Then she shoved it into my mouth, buckling it so tight behind my head that it nearly killed me! She did one more thing: a pink egg that was eased down my jeans and inserted into my kitty for added excitement.

Jess sat on a hay bale as I came over and over again for about 45 minutes. She rubbed herself into oblivion more times than I could count! I remember being slumped in the ropes as she finally untied me.

I dropped to the dirt floor weak and just a mess. But I was still having aftershocks from my buzzing delights. She waited until I had more strength so that we could make our way back to the cars, going around the back path safely.

Jess had to drive; I was too worn out. I was so messy that she pushed me into her trunk on a blanket and we drove home that way. Afterward I had to hose myself down outside and then undress in the mud room.

I got into the shower and that refreshed me, giving me a second wind. I felt all renewed. Then I tossed my clothes into the wash.

We talked about it afterwards, remembering our favorite parts. By then it was early Sunday. The wind was already kicking up from hurricane Sandy.

I got a call from Malcolm while Jess was in the bathroom freshening up. He wanted to meet me the next day at the Fountain Motel in Salisbury. I knew the place well as it was where men and women went for afternoon delights… a hooker’s paradise. I agreed and he told me to be there at 3 PM. But I dared not let Jess know where I was going.

I picked out my hottest cat suit – my zebra print body suit with my black suede over the knee platforms and my zebra jacket. I had them ready in my closet. Then Jess agreed to take me back to my car now that I was better.

The storm was coming soon and the party I would have gone to was called off. I told her I’d call her when I got in and for her to do the same. I got home and called her and then drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, the winds were bad and picking up. But you know I just had to go see Malcolm, just to see what he wanted and what he might want with me. I didn’t really know the guy but I knew I liked him.

I got dressed, making sure I was perfect: shower, perfume, nothing under my cat suit, boots and jacket and my hair in a tight ponytail. The hotel was only a half hour away. But already I had to navigate the roads carefully from the downed branches and trees.

I pulled into the parking lot and drove around back to room 13, making sure my car was out of sight. Then I got out and walked the dimly lit path to the room. The place was a real dive and I felt like a hooker meeting a john. It did feel quite exciting!

I knocked on the door and heard his voice telling me, “Come on in, Emma” I walked in and saw him sitting on a chair near the window. He took one look at me and his jaw dropped.

He gave me this strange smile. Then I heard him say, “Too bad, Emma” That’s when I felt the shock at my head. It was a cold snap, a crack that made everything go black!

I woke up with a pounding headache, my head thumping like crazy! I blinked my eyes, wondering what the hell had happened! I was in a wingback chair with a high back, my arms tied to each arm rest and each ankle tied to each leg!

I tugged some but I realized the ropes were too tight. My head was pounding; the room still spinning. But as I tried to ask, “What is this?” I realized I was gagged; I could only muffle!

I looked up to see 2 women watching me. They were sitting on the bed. It was Jess and another woman! Malcolm was sitting on another chair watching pornos on TV! It figured.

Jess watched with this big smile as the other woman clear her throat. “Now don’t you look cute! Emma? Is that your name? Well guess what? I’m Linda, Malcolm’s wife!”

Uh-oh!!

“Your friend Jess here was so kind to inform me about your little rendezvous with my husband Malcolm,” she went on, “…not to mention letting me see some pictures of the oral sex you had with my husband as well. I guess I can’t blame him and I really can’t get mad at him! After all, it’s girls like you who throw themselves at him every night! Just look at you… all dressed up like some hooker! Well that’s why we picked this hotel! It’s just for you and what is going to happen to you!”

My head tipped back as I now learned the truth! And all I could do was grunt and let out a muffle of protest! I tugged harder on the ropes, even though I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

The ropes creaked as I yanked and jerked, muffling through my gag as both Jess and Linda smiled at me. I moaned and pleaded through my gag. But Linda simply shrugged her shoulders.

“Too bad, honey,” she told me. “There’s no way out for you here, Emma! It’s time to pay the piper! And you should know this is the stuff I love to watch – a little tramp like you paying her dues! No one knows you’re here! And I doubt anyone will be coming out during this storm to look for you, you little SLUT!”

All I could do was squirm and muffle pleas in the chair I was tied to, tugging slowly at the ropes and wondering what was going to happen to me. Linda and Jess strolled into another room as Malcolm turned to look at me with a smile. Then he rubbed his cock through his jeans, licking his lips as he whispered, “Suckie – suckie?”

I whimpered all the more as I heard my good friend and Linda plotting something in the next room. I heard Jess actually giving away some of my secrets, secrets that I thought were only between her and I… the things that make me all aroused and excited! Then they came back with big smiles, rubbing their hands.

Jess remained quiet as Linda chuckled, “This is going to be so much fun, Emma! I think we’re all about to have a good time! But I think you’ll be mush by the time we are done with you!” I sunk in the chair, my head tipping back as I sighed with more muffled groans.

Linda took out a cloth and a bottle and then poured some of the liquid from the bottle onto the cloth. She quickly covered my nose and gagged lips! “Don’t worry, tramp!” she told me. “I’m a nurse!”

I gasped heavily through my nose as I whiffed the sweet aroma of the liquid. Then I saw stars after only a minute. I slumped in the chair I was tied to.

A short time later I woke up on the hotel bed. I was still dressed but my arms and legs were all stretched out! I was spread-eagled… and still gagged!

I lifted my head to see Jess sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. Then I noticed my boots were off. Linda slowly walked up to me.

“We finally decided, you little tramp! We’re going to try and sex you to death… or at least have a lot of fun doing it till you either wear out or die! I’ll bet you get a cheap thrill lying on a bed that’s full of sexual fluids all dried out! I hear you like that… but that’s something to cum later.”

My eyes went wide as I tugged violently on the ropes. They had no give or stretch and I knew I was totally immobilized and trapped! I wiggled my toes and opened and closed my hands, muffling into the gag. That’s when Jess chime in, “I just love it when she gets this way.”

I saw Linda turn around and dig into a large bag she had on the dresser. She actually pulled out a silver butterfly; I couldn’t believe my eyes!! I wiggled my hips as she brought it closer and dangled it over me… “Like kryptonite to Supergirl; right, Emma?”

I muffled into my gag… “Oh No!” Linda just giggled as she strapped it on, threading the elastic bands around and between my legs as she adjusted the straps snugly.

She positioned the butterfly just right; that was easy enough to do! She could see the outline of my kitty through my bodysuit! Then she added fresh batteries and plugged in the cord!

She didn’t turn it on just yet. Linda went into the bag again and started digging through it, humming pleasantly as if she was a busy little bee. Then she dug something out and turned toward me, holding up two Guardian angel acupressure vibes!

Linda smiled and her eyes flashed sinisterly. “These are for those two little cute feet of yours,” she told me. I anxiously lifted my head, wiggling my toes as my eyes widened again!

I could not believe it and I looked at Jess in shock. But she just smiled back at me. That’s when I knew she had told her even more of my secrets!

By now I was wishing I’d worn socks instead of nylon panty hose. She slipped them off and then held the vibe on my bare sole. The prickles were already stimulating me!

She used a thin strap to lace one on to the bottom of my foot. Again she humming the whole time she was doing it! Then she did my other foot.

Linda looked me all over as Jess sat over there in the chair. I could see her discreetly massaging herself. Then Linda smiled at me.

“There now,” she purred. “You look all ready to take a ride, sweetie! Let me make just a few final adjustments! Then you’ll be flying like a crack whore on pure crack!”

She walked around the bed, wiggling and adjusting the angels on my feet and then the butterfly on my crotch. I swooned, unable to help myself at all! Linda just giggled at me.

“Ready to ride, cowgirl?” she asked. Then on went the butterfly, followed by the vibes on my feet! Almost immediately I was in orbit, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

I heard Linda gasp in awe as she looked at Jess. My friend just nodded as she quietly observed, “Oh yeah! Just watch her! She gets really intense!”

I lay there helpless, the vibes working my body, especially my feet and my kitty which are my two most sensitive zones. Linda’s hand dropped between her legs and she started rubbing right near my head.

I turned to look but it seemed like I was on a roller coaster! All I could see was white flashes as my body took on orgasm after orgasm! I lost count after 5 of them and I had no idea which way was up or down!

All I could hear was the fuck fest of Jess, Linda and Malcolm all moaning in erotica! It was like Caligula in the bedroom! Finally after a while I lost consciousness and slumped in the bed, my body worn out from cumming a record amount of times!

When I woke I heard the wind from the storm outside. Otherwise it was quiet in the suite. Then I heard some talking; it was Jess, Linda and Malcolm.

I made out some of what they were saying but not all. The bedroom was dark and my kitty was still pulsing. The butterfly and the angels were all still attached and I swooned at the touch of them. I wondered if this was it and whether I had made it past her test.

I tried tugging on the ropes but I was still tied tightly. The creaking ropes caught Linda’s attention and that made her and Jess stroll in. Linda leaned over to my face and said, “I see you are ready for part two, my little tramp. You are truly a sex goddess! But now maybe not so much!”

I felt relief as she eased off the vibes and tossed them at the foot of the bed. Then she untied me. I was so weak I could hardly move!

I laid there until Linda said in a more demanding voice, “Get up and get those boots on slut! It’s time for part two!” I knew that she was serious.

I slid to the side of the bed and unbuckled the gag, pulling it out of my mouth. I stretched my jaw out after that to see if it still worked. Then Linda said in a more demanding voice, “Stop stalling, TRAMP! Now get those FUCKING BOOTS ON NOW!”

I grabbed my boots, pulling one on as my foot slipped inside. I felt and then heard the sludge of cum inside! Linda just looked at Jess and then they both smiled at me!

“Now the other, TRAMP!” Linda demanded. So I put the other one on. It was the same as the first as the sludge of cum squished inside, still warm and gooey.

My toes wiggled in it as I sat on the side of the bed, my eyes rolling as I swooned again, panting heavily. Linda walked over and stood over me. “Jess wasn’t kidding!” she said. “You are most certainly one sexed-up chick… and one of the more kinkier ones I have ever seen! Now I KNOW you are going to find what I have planned for you most interesting!”

I looked up at her, wiggling my toes in cum. I’m sure they could hear the churning of cum in my boots. “Just what fucked up torture do you have to put me through now?” I asked defiantly.

Linda smiled and then put her hand out, lifting up my chin. “FUCKED UP?” she roared. “A little slut in your position should not be taking that tone!  After all, none of us care if you live through this or not!” Then there was silence as I realized just how serious Linda was. The only sound in the room was that of the squishing of cum in my boots.

“I bet you really love that, you kinky BITCH!” she said to me. “I can see it in your eyes! I really have to thank Jess for that little piece of information! After all, a girl should have some fun before she meets her final demise!”

Linda spoke in a very serious tone but I just had to respond. “The way I see it I have nothing to lose, do I?” I replied in an angry tone. “So just what FUCKED UP plan do you have for me now?”

“Since you are so feisty and impatient, I’ll tell you!” she chuckled sinisterly. “You see we picked this little hooker hide-out well! This room has a nice little sauna and a whirlpool… all private! You will be trying out both of those nice little amenities for our pleasure!”

“Unfortunately,” she went on, “it will NOT be for your own enjoyment! You will not have too much pleasure the way I have things planned! Just think… like the cum in your boots, you‘ll have the pleasure of the sexual body fluids in the sauna and whirlpool on you as well! I know they hardly ever clean this place! I’ll just bet you love that, you TRAMP!”

“Sauna?” I weakly gasped. “Whirlpool?? I don’t like the sound of that! You are the most fucked up, sadistic woman I have ever met, you bitch! You won’t get away with it!” But I let out a huff knowing she was serious.

Linda grabbed me by the wrist and I tried fighting her some. But I was still weak. And when I rose to my feet the cum oozed all over inside my boots! Then Jess grabbed my other wrist as they both escorted me into a room behind the bedroom!

There they were: a two person sauna with a sunken heart shaped whirlpool tub. I stopped in my tracks and knew she was hell-bent serious now! Then they both dragged me into the sauna!

Linda pushed me onto the bench, sitting on me as Jess got the ropes. I tried fighting but I was too weak to get Linda off me. Then Jess returned and grabbed my hands, tying them over my head to the top bench in the sauna.

Linda held me down tight, chuckling “I love it when they fight like this.” Jess laughed excitedly in return. “So do I!” she replied. “Emma is a little fighter… not that she stands a chance in HELL!”

Both my wrists were tied over my head. Then each girl took each ankle and tied them on to the bench I was sitting on. They tied my knees and my back to the bench before backing away, reveling in their masterpiece.

“You won’t get away with this you know!” I told them defiantly. “Someone will come looking for me!” That’s when Linda got right up in my face until we were nose to nose!

“Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME? You’re just a little HUSSY who no one cares about! No one knows you’re here! In fact Jess is the only one who might actually come looking for you… and she’s already here enjoying what we’re doing to you! So face it, GIRLIE! You are so FUCKED it isn’t EVEN FUNNY!”

I wiggled and squirmed, tugging on the ropes again. They were so tight they were actually cutting into my wrists and ankles! My toes kept curling in my cum-filled boots as both girls watched me.

“Now for the action to commence,” Linda commented with a chuckle. “This little sauna gets very hot and steamy, Emma, as I am sure you know from your little antics at the spa! But where you can get yourself out in time, here you won’t be able to control that! Only I will! And it’ll be none too soon before we have ourselves a nice, steamed Emma!”

By then I was whimpering with fright! “But I’ll dehydrate in here!” I pleaded. “And with the steam, I won’t be able to breathe!”

“That’s the idea, my little captive!” Linda giggled. “And through this window here we’ll take turns watching you suffer! And in true to form it’ll be like watching a live action movie! I know all of us will want to rub one out watching you struggle, my little ROCKER TRAMP!”

“ Gag?” Jess asked. Some friend she turned out to be! Linda just shook her head.

“I don’t think so. This sauna box is so air tight she’ll hardly be here at all! Besides, I’d love to hear what our little whore has cumming out of her mouth!” Then she gave me an ominous look.

“I hope you do enjoy a deep-heat sauna, BITCH! How about 190 degrees or higher? I doubt in a hooker’s paradise these heat controls are too accurate! So I’ll just put it all the way up to 240 degrees, ok? That should do it… good enough to steam clean you, YOU LITTLE ASIAN DUMPLING!”

The door shut and the handle turned, sealing the chamber shut! I could hear very little, mostly my toes churning the cum in my boots. My chest was pounding hard and I let out innocent whimpers to myself as Jess looked in through the glass with her arms folded. Linda was at the control panel making adjustments and I tried begging.

“Please help me, please? I’m begging you; please don’t do this to me, please?” Jess just held her hand to her ear as though she couldn’t hear me.

I heard ominous sounds – the clinking, tinkling, pinging and clanging of the pipes. Then I heard the hiss of the steam. I could actually see the cloud of steam rise up all around me as I felt the heat start to build up.

I struggled again, flexing my legs and cocking my ankles, opening and closing my hands. But I couldn’t budge an inch! And even if I did get free, they had certainly locked the door shut! They both looked in with Malcolm watching above them both as I begged for help. But they acted as though they could hardly hear me even though I was screaming for help!

First they sat Malcolm at the glass window of the door. I watched him as he rolled down his pants and took out his cock. He stroked himself, making sadistic gestures at me as he got his enjoyment rubbing his cock.

I felt the heat and humidity rise and I could feel the sweat building under my body suit and boots, not to mention how hard it was becoming to breathe. By then Malcolm was really getting into it as I sat there and struggled. I couldn’t help wondering: was he aroused at my struggle or at my possible death?

Just then I watched as he splattered his load right onto the window! His cream dribbled down and he actually giggled while he was doing it! I squirmed like crazy, thinking how humiliating it was… and that I couldn’t do thing about it!

As he sat there composing himself, I saw Jess sitting nearby. She had a more subdued look on her face, more of lust as she slowly rubbed between her legs. I looked into her eyes, my head twisting as I mouthed the words “HELP ME!” She just smiled and shook her head no.

It was getting harder and harder for me to breathe, something Jess dearly loves. I saw her jolt and spasm as she convulsed in a frenzy. I knew the girl was cumming and for her it was both my situation as well as my impending doom, all tied up in here and smothering to death!

I saw her slump in the chair, relaxed and satisfied at my expense. All I could hope for was for me to cum too! So far Malcolm and Jess had gotten their rocks off watching me in here!

Yes, I was dying to cum! But my breathing was getting tougher, the humidity and heat thoroughly soaking me! The cum in my boots was so gooey and mushy, making my toes wriggle like crazy!

Jess got up and eased herself away to allow Linda a chance for clear view of my suffering. The woman sat down and looked at me as though she were basking in sunshine. Then she smiled and ran her finger across her throat as if to tell me I was going to die!

Gawd!!!

I struggled with every last ounce of energy within me! My hands opened and closed, my legs flexing like crazy on the bench. My ankles cocked and rolled as I called out gasping for air, calling for help in almost whispers!

Linda just sat there watching me, getting her jollies! Then with a slow move she moved her hand between her legs and started a slow rub, staring at me while mouthing the words, “You’re done, TRAMP!”

I breathed in deep and then flexed my legs into just the right position, my seam stroking my kitty just right. Suddenly I didn’t feel the worry! I felt the tiny strokes that the seam of my body suit was giving me! And as aroused as I was in erotica, it only got deeper!

I was watching Linda with her watching me, her casually rubbing between her legs. She had no idea what I had just hit as I begged silently for help. My hands opened and closed helplessly, all tied up at the wrists above my head.

By then Linda was in a deep trance. Her eyes were closed and she was in la-la land, stroking herself as she watched me all trapped in a cloud of steam with my seam tickling me in such an erotic way!

I couldn’t hold out anymore! But if I did cum, the air was so thick in here that I hoped I’d be able to handle it! I thought to myself, ‘I can’t hold on anymore!’ Then it happened!

I came and came and came, feeling it but not putting on a big show inside the chamber. I saw Linda through the fog, her legs thrashing and her climax behind the glass window. My orgasm finally subsided, the air so incredibly heavy!

I breathed deep and hard, getting dizzier with every breath. My eyes fluttered as I breathed in thick, humid air! My head was spinning and I saw flashes of white light. I got one final look at Linda who was slumped in the chair at the door before I faded out…

I woke up all fuzzy and weak. I heard the winds howling outside, the walls of the room I was in creaking. I looked around but it was dark.

I tried to get up but I couldn’t move again. I thought to myself, ‘What now?’  I could feel my legs up and I was still soaked in sweat.

I felt my cream from my many cums between my legs, but at least I felt cooler. I wiggled my toes. And then it all came back to me as I felt the cum inside my boots still gooey and slushy.

My hands were tied at my sides and I made out that I was tied to a hard chair. My hands were tied at my sides, my wrists tied to the legs, my back tied to the chair back from my waist up to my shoulders and each of my legs were tied to the front legs of the chair!

‘What the hell could this be now?!’ I wondered.

I was on my back in the chair! I could hear the winds howling, the walls and ceiling creaking. But I heard nothing else!

Had they left me all tied up here? Had the place been evacuated and they had simply left me to die here?? I tried tugging on the ropes but I felt the ropes digging in tight, the chair not moving since it was metal and heavy too!

The light suddenly came on and Linda walked in, my eyes adjusting to the light as I had to squint. “So you decided to come too, did you, my little nymphomaniac?”

I lifted my head, trying to take stock of the situation I was in. “Another one of your tricks?” I replied, my defiance returning. “What is this now? What’s the fucked up thing you have me in now?”

Linda got annoyed and walked out. Then she came back with the cock gag in her hand. She was gritting her teeth and I could see she was mad as hell!

“I’m getting sick of your SHIT, YOU LITTLE CUNT! Now just shut up or you’ll wake the others! I want this all to myself! I’ll see you die a fitting death for a whore like you!”

She grabbed my hair and shoved the cock gag into my mouth, buckling it so tight that the buckle dug into the back of my head! Now I could only whimper muffles and moans!

I lifted my head to see that I was in that heart shaped tub. I realized I was right about the chair although I was lying on my back tied to the chair in this four foot deep heart shaped tub! I looked around curiously and then moaned, flapping my hands and cocking my ankles. But I could not move anything else.

Linda sat on the side of the tub, gazing at me with wicked glee. “Such a fitting demise for a hooker like you, don’t you think, Emma?” she told me. “Now all that will be said about you was that you met a bad trick here and he finished you off… maybe a drug deal gone bad or some lunatic got his rocks off in some kinky way!”

“After all,” she went on, “kink is up your alley, isn’t it, Emma! I do find something sexual about you! And now the way I tied you up and in this heart shaped tub no less… such a sign of love and devotion!”

I sat there on my back helpless, listening to her ramble on. I realized what a crazy bitch she really was and that I had no way of getting out of this now! Linda got up and walked around the tub, looking at me like I was a trophy of hers!

With her hand on her chin as if she was giving a speech, she said soft and calmly, “I must admit you do look captivating like this, Emma. And the kinkiness you add to it all! After all, you probably came here under the influence of fucking or having a sexual encounter with my man at this out of the way place in one of the worst storms in years and winding up in the situations as you did tonight!”

“Prancing out here all dressed up like a hooker,” she went on, “and then the vibes on you while tied and how sensitive those feet of yours are! The thing that got me was the cum in your boots, how humiliating! But a girl like you must love being humiliated, just like now. I knew you came in the sauna… but how? You had no sex toy in you; I checked!”

Linda ran her fingers between my legs as I trembled and quivered. I moaned deeply through the gag as I rolled my eyes. Then her eyes lit up as though she had just figured it out.

“I thought so! It’s that little seam, isn’t it! And you having nothing on under that tight suit of yours! That really does the trick, doesn’t it, Emma!” Then she looked at me coldly.

“Well now it’s a final farewell for you! I love the way this will play out! Jess has told me about your encounters as a hooker. Could it be you needed some extra money and you met someone out here who had it in for you? Whatever the case, you’ll be found drowned in this fitting heart shaped tub all alone! You’ll be written off as a hooker who met up with a bad trick, hun! Sayonara, you Asian tramp!”

I looked up as she turned the water on! Now I had to deal with this… a slow drowning! And the only one who could help me was sleeping in the next room!

‘Oh Jess, wake up!’ I thought to myself. ‘Help me! This bitch is a psycho!’

I wiggled in the chair on my back all tied up, my ankles cocking as my hands flapped in the pooling water on the bottom of the tub. Linda stood above me watching… staring, not taking her eyes off me! She moaned, smiling as her hands wandered down between her legs as I struggled as much as I could, which was very little.

“This is going to be so good!” she sighed as I cocked my ankles side to side, rolling them around and around. I let out muffled pleas as the water pooled all around me! Linda just sat getting a front row seat as I wiggled and shook for my life in the tub!

My ankles cocked as I muffled for help through my gag. Linda sat all joyous and quiet until she finally spoke up saying, “No help for you here, you little nymph!” The water kept rising and I could only twist and tug. But the ropes were not forgiving; they were as tight as ever!

Linda reached down and tugged my suit between my legs. “Is that seam helping you along, Emma?” she chuckled. I rolled my eyes and moaned.

I struggled desperately but I just couldn’t get loose! By now Linda was rubbing herself into orgasm! I watched her as she sat on the side of the tub and swooned, her head tipped back with her legs all stiff as she convulsed while watching me go under nice and slow!

My legs flexed as my body twisted. By then the water was covering my chest as I held my head up as high as I could! I whimpered out a plea as Linda giggled, “This is good for a double-header, Emma!” She just kept rubbing herself again and again, watching me while not lifting a hand to help me!

My head tipped up as far as it could go, but the water wasn’t stopping! As it got up to my chin I felt the need to relax my neck because I could feel a cramp! I lowered my head into the water, releasing bubbles!

I heard this commotion as Linda went into a violent orgasm. I lifted my head, watching as her legs shook and her body went into convulsions! She slid right off the side of the tub, deep in climax!

I could see her head as I kept mine up, the water reaching my nose! But it was hopeless, my neck becoming too weak for the strain. So I tipped my head back and waited for the inevitable!

The last of my air left as bubbles came out from my lips. Then I heard the drain unlatch, felt the water quickly receding as I coughed through the gag! Then I saw Linda standing over me, smiling as she chuckled, “Close call? Oh, how I could really do you in, Emma!”

As I helplessly lay on the tub’s bottom, I could see that gleam in her eyes knowing she could really kill me! “Just remember, I’ll be watching you, Emma!” she told me. “And you never know! One day it’ll just be you and me and some unforeseen accident! Oh I just love the thought!”

“Oh and by the way?” she added with a sinister smile. “I got a membership in that day spa you work at! So watch that tramp back of yours, sweetie!” And with that she took Malcolm and went out into the night, leaving Jess sleeping and me still tied up on the bottom of the tub!

When Jess woke up she found me in my predicament. (She swears that when she dragged me from the sauna I was untied and free.) Then Jess looked at me all tied up on the bottom of the tub.

“I’ll bet you didn’t learn your lesson!” she told me. “Did Linda wake up and find you sucking Malcolm’s cock?” I muffled no and shook my head no. But Jess looked disgusted as though she didn’t believe me!

“I’m thinking that’s what happened! She should have drowned your sorry tramp ass, you little slut!” Then she turned on the water!

I rolled my eyes, thinking ‘Gawd; here we go again!’ I tried to muffle, “Not Again?” But Jess just sat on the side of the tub, spreading her legs and rubbing one off!

She reached down and tugged on the crotch of my cat suit! “Does that have you going, my little slut?” she chuckled. “I bet you are churning up Malcolm’s cum in your boots, you little foot-fucker!”

She left the water running and it soon pooled up around my face. Jess simply stared down at me, not lifting a finger to help me or even shutting off the water! I felt a cramp in my neck and I couldn’t lift my head! Then water covered my face as I muffled for help!

I heard her swoon in erotica, cumming as I went under once again! But with a lift of her hand she popped the drain and the water quickly receded. I just laid there cooing as the water emptied while Jess recovered.

She finally got up and untied me, commenting on Linda’s rope skills. It took Jess over an hour to get me free! Then I took a few towels to dry off and she cleaned up what was our mess before we both left.

Not a word was spoken between us and we drove home separately. I am sure she was hoping I got washed off the road! But I couldn’t help wondering: was she in control the whole time? Or could Linda really have gone through with killing me?

I had a hard time navigating the roads on the way home. But I got home safe and none too soon! After my shower I had a limb fall in my driveway! But at least I was clean, home and safe…

…wondering about the next time I’d be in peril…

(written by Emma during the week after hurricane Sandy hit in Oct, 2012)

(Some minor editing by riwa)

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November 6, 2012 A friendly reminder to go vote 0 (0)

Posted on November 6, 2012 by riwa

 

I am blessed to live in this country. And today reminds me of one of the reasons why I am so blessed. Our right to vote is an honor and a privilege.

Today I went and voted before I took my morning walk. And I must admit I felt rather good to have been able to cast a ballot. Other people in other countries do not have the fortunes I have just to cast a simple ballot.

We all have various opinions and differ politically. So I won’t bother with any opinions. I don’t enjoy discussing politics much, especially when my major passion is writing. But I will encourage one and all to go and vote.

Have a great Tuesday. Now that our votes are being cast we can look forward to the excitement of the upcoming holiday season. I’m already considering how I can leave some funds with Hickory Farms, a sausage and cheese and other goodies company.

Have a great day everyone! And once again… thanks for stopping by…

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October 23, 2012 Update 0 (0)

Posted on October 23, 2012 by riwa

 

Last week my mom drove down for a visit. I met her at our favorite motel four hours away so she would not have to make the entire trip in one day. We shared the price of the room, took a dip in the hot tub and pool, and enjoyed the morning breakfast at the motel. We also enjoyed looking at the river in town.

Here on this side of the state we drove to one of the farms and looked at the tables of vegetables they sell. It never ceases to amaze me the type of things that can be grown. There are different shapes and sizes and they all look fascinating. I always take pictures when we go over. Mom ended up buying 25 pounds of potatoes and 10 pounds of apples.

While mom was in town we went and saw the ex. Mary is about the same although she was having trouble with her laptop getting onto the Internet. They are working on her section of the building so she can get a signal without having to leave her room.

Life here is about the same. I may not be doing much more traveling this year as the roads will start getting snow in the higher elevations. In fact I was reading how some roads in Yellowstone National Park have been closed because of snow. I expect there will be snow in my area in the next several weeks.

The year will soon be drawing to a close. I hope everyone enjoys the coming holiday season. Thanks for stopping by…

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September 24, 2012 Hitting 700 posts 0 (0)

Posted on September 24, 2012 by riwa

 

7 months ago on February 24 I hit 600 posts. With the posting of my story My Drowning Master I have now reached 700. Of the last 100 story posts 42 were actually written during the last 7 months, with several more that were written that have yet to be posted.

A lot of the newer stories reveal that I have branched out into other dryer themes. Most have a common denominator being “a female in some sort of peril”. But I still enjoy writing the erotic tale that takes place mostly underwater.

My 700th post – My Drowning Master – was written for someone in particular back in February of last year. I intended to add more chapters to it but lost interest and never got back to it. After looking at it again I decided I could just go ahead and post it. I will warn you that it does have a similar feel to my Treachery in the Mediterranean story. Both are based on an old Marquis story that inspired me that I read several years ago.

I have been picking and choosing to post older stories in my archives that I’ve never posted before. Some of them I have been editing heavily; others not so much. You may have noticed some AF picture stories that I have never posted before that show I went back and edited them recently before putting them out. It is the perfectionist in me trying to decide how much I need to tweak a story before putting it out.

Some of you may have noticed a couple of new names this year that I have been writing for. Dorothy and Zilpha are half-sisters who live in the United Kingdom. Both have a wide range of peril fantasies, although Dorothy also shares some of my drowning fantasies. They have been great fun to write for and I love them both. If you enjoy their stories, then be looking for a new category for them sometime in the near future. In the meantime feel free to use the search function with either name to see what stories I have written for and about them.

I’ve noticed some stories do not seem to be well received and that is ok. I am well aware that my stories reach out to a wide variety of tastes. I don’t expect everyone to like everything I post; that would be unrealistic. But I do hope that something I have posted in the library catches your eye and gives each one of you something pleasant and enjoyable to read.

The rating system and the comments help give me an indication of where I may have succeeded in some areas. Some stories have received a lot of positive ratings, making me feel good that I did hit a home run with that particular story. Other ratings tell me it was not their style or type of story and I understand that. I appreciate your understanding that we all have different likes and dislikes. What appeals to you might not appeal to someone else and vice versa.

I am still keeping track of the requests I get. I cannot promise I will get to each and every one as there are some stories that simply do not attract my attention. On the other hand, I have been hit with sudden inspiration from time to time and have been known to pump out a story in an afternoon or evening. I’m sure other authors would agree that is how inspiration can work sometimes. So that is why I keep a file of story ideas. I never know when inspiration might strike as I go back through them again.

As always, I want to thank you for stopping by. There are many places to surf on the Internet. The fact that you stopped here means a lot to me. I do hope there is a story somewhere in my library that turns out to be an enjoyable read for you.

Summer is over! Enjoy the fall and the changing of the leaves and the coming holidays! Stay safe and healthy! And thanks for stopping by…

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August 24 2012 Back from a trip 0 (0)

Posted on August 24, 2012 by riwa

 

I just returned from a trip up to see my sister, mother and grandmother. Overall it was enjoyable. They were all happy to see me and I was glad for that.

I took a longer trip back home just to make more of a vacation out of it. I saw some incredible scenery. I always enjoy driving and seeing the countryside as I go from point A to point B. But the return was not without its share of issues…

There was a resort town I had to pass through. Traffic was bumper to bumper and it took about 6 minutes just to travel about a mile on a two-lane road. Lesson learned: do not travel through there during the summer months.

I got a room for the night but had not counted on an amorous couple in the room next to me. Their loose headboard kept banging on my wall as they went at it like bunnies. I even heard her groans as their bed squeaked something fierce. There was no doubting what was taking place in that room.

This went on throughout the night, waking me at 2 am and then again around 4. I was tempted to knock on their door. But it occurred to me that unlikely as it might be… what if they invited me to join them?? I know I write about such erotic things, but my real life is rated G… something you could bring your kids and grandmother to watch. I would be like a dog chasing a car… what do you do once you catch it?? I wouldn’t have had a clue what to do next!!! So I didn’t disturb them.

I finally decided to leave the motel about 4:15 am and drive on home. I stopped along the way for a bite of breakfast and a rest stop so as not to fall asleep behind the wheel. But the whole time I felt a discomfort brewing up in my shoulder.

When I got home I could hear my mom’s voice telling me I should go get it checked out. So I did walk over to the emergency room. They were able to ascertain that it was not my heart or lungs… but it still throbs. Maybe I slept on it wrong or maybe it was the stress of the last several hours of my trip. I figure I’ll probably be all right. Besides, I’m 51 and all of my parts are still original equipment minus an appendix that I hear is pretty useless anyway.

…and now for two things library-related…

I bought a scuba diving handbook to skim through. Perhaps it will give me ideas about future stories. I also plan on using it to make sure the technical aspects I may write about are as accurate as possible. It was $4.95 in the bargain book section and it is written by someone who has been diving for over 25 years. I hope his information is accurate.

As for the second thing, I think I will take time off and hope this goofy shoulder feels better. So I probably won’t post any more stories until Monday. But don’t be surprised if I do get inspiration and post something before then, unlikely though that may be.

I hope all your vacations are just as enjoyable – if not more so – than mine was. Have a great Labor Day weekend! Thanks for stopping by…

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July 23, 2012 Taking a break 0 (0)

Posted on July 23, 2012 by riwa

 

I’ve decided to try taking a break from writing and posting for a week or so. I’m considering it a mental vacation of sorts. I’m not sure how it will work as I’m always thinking and I enjoy writing. Even now my fingers are getting that itch to type something and my mind is swirling with thoughts and ideas.

A friend suggested I step away just to refresh and renew. We take vacations from work and the daily grind; why not take one from the writing process? So that should explain why there will be no posts for the coming week.

It will certainly be a challenge for me to train myself to clear my thoughts of writing and posting. And I know if I get a story idea I will need to jot it down or risk losing it. But in the end I think it will be a good thing. So thanks for being understanding.

I hope your summer is going well. It has been hot here and the apartment pool has seen a lot of activity by all my fellow renters and their kids. I’ve been staying cool and have been getting some exercise by walking and pedaling my exercycle. I’ve also been keeping track of my blood pressure and it seems to be ok.

Fall is rushing toward us; the days just fly by. Life can get quite hectic. But despite your busy schedule you chose to stop by and check on my site for a few minutes and I really appreciate that. I hope you all have a really good summer and make a lot of enjoyable, lasting memories…

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