J Magnuson
Bio
Mom of three. Tons of stories in my head and no time to write them down.
Stories (8)
Filter by community
Breaking Free
I juggled baby girl from my left hip to my right and hiked my purse higher on my shoulder, pulling car keys out of my pocket. My car had a hard time starting this morning so we were parked on the outskirts of the parking lot, the consequences of being late. The lot was almost deserted and baby girl and I were the only ones hustling through. I could hear the click of my heels and the distant hoot of a barn owl amid the other night noises.
By J Magnuson4 years ago in Confessions
How to Save a Life
They say that when you save a life you change. What happens to you if the person you’re trying to save dies? What if the man literally dies in your arms and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it, even though you’re fighting like hell to save him?
By J Magnuson4 years ago in Humans
I Am Not A Cat Person
I am not a cat person. I am also not a rodent person, snake person or ferret person. But my daughter is freaking Snow White and animals are drawn to her. She has a knack for fixing broken, abandoned or unwanted animals and finding new homes for them.
By J Magnuson5 years ago in Petlife
Mack
Mack. That’s the name of the gentlest, kindest, most protective, best behaved dog that ever lived. Mack is the name that a speech delayed three-year-old gave to the puppy that no one wanted, jet black with cigarette burns over his body. Mack is the name of the dog that never bit anyone but looked fierce and was loyal to a fault.
By J Magnuson5 years ago in Petlife
The Observer
My client was fifty-two-year-old Jacob Sanderson, and he was divorcing his twenty-seven year old wife of five years. He came home early from a business trip to find her decked out in leather, flogging a man in a ball gag with a cat-o-nine tails. Sanderson was understandably shocked; his wife had never shown the slightest interest in BDSM in their bedroom. After sending the unfortunate and gagged subservient out into the night, an intrigued Sanderson suggested they explore the world of submissives together. She declined. Turned out, she was paying a wide variety of men to come in and submit to her somewhat painful fantasies. I found it funny that Sanderson was willing to forgive the tryst, as long as he could play, but he couldn’t forgive her for using his own money to cheat on him.
By J Magnuson5 years ago in Humans
