collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I have put my first collection of stories up on Smashwords… three pieces of short erotica for free with others to come for sale as I get them finished…. Here’s to hoping this is more than just a hobby soon.
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1148150
Does anyone out there have any good writing resources for writers? I’ll start with a few of my own:
The BEST thesaurus out there:
[https://www.powerthesaurus.org/](https://www.powerthesaurus.org/)
A great name generator site for a LOT of generators:
[https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/](https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/)
EVERYONE deserves to swear:
[https://youswear.com/](https://youswear.com/)
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Emily wasn’t even aware that she had slept until she woke. She felt languid and tired, but warm and blissful as well. The sheets were softer than silk against her bare skin and she stretched, smiling and comfortable. She had always wanted sheets like this for herself, but they were far out of her budget. When she felt the weight of someone else in the bed, she turned, her heart racing a bit, and saw the other woman there. She was laying in her side, head propped on one arm and watching with a smile on her crimson lips. Her eyes seemed to shine in the dimness of the room and Emily felt a stab of arousal as their gazes met and she remembered all that had happened since she had come into the room.
“Mistress…” She said, the words little more than a whispered exhalation and the redhead smiled warmly, lifting a hand to touch Emily’s face, stroking her skin with soft, affectionate touches.
“You were talking in your sleep, Little One.” The woman said gently. “And you seemed so comfortable that I hated to wake you.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” Emily said in that same breathless tone.
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Emily was just doing her job, just working and mind her own business. She kept her head down and her nose clean, she didn’t speak unless spoken to and she didn’t stir up any trouble. She needed her job too badly to risk losing it by doing anything that might draw attention to her. She worked at the Hazelton hotel in Toronto, one of the most upscale places in the city and the help there was expected to be invisible at all times. She went from room to room refreshing towels and straightening things up and she did it quickly and quietly.
She had just finished tidying one of the executive suites and she had stepped out to put her cart to order when she heard the elevator chime. She immediately gathered her things and, head down and eyes averted, she started for the housekeeping closet on the fourth floor, moving to hide away and not interrupt the evening for any of the guests. It was simply bad luck that the couple that came out of the elevator passed her and she glanced at them more to keep out of their way than anything else.
((I don’t normally write stories in the first person, but I wanted to post something short to introduce myself))
Train Ride
I had known before my business trip of the famously, or perhaps infamously overcrowded public trains in Tokyo. It was planned to be a fairly long trip, between four and eight weeks and being single I was the best executive of my company to pick for the extended trip. However it meant a daily commute from the hotel where our business partner, Mr. Takagawa had arranged a room and the business headquarters of Takagawa group, perhaps ten kilometers away. So having some insight as to the nature of Japanese public transit I allotted extra time for the trip, about two hours before my appointment time on that first day, knowing I could adjust my departure time as I grew accustomed to the overcrowding and delays in the system.