[Authors Note: The term cunny is prevalent in the anonymous erotic fiction of Edwardian England. It is roughly analogous to the word pussy and is used in this manner. None of my research revealed a similar term that is congruent with the time period of this story, which is late 17th century. If any of my readers know of a less anachronistic term I would grea...
Hey everyone, here's part 3 of what will be called Love on the Baseketball Court Book 1: Rivals. I hope you like it. Please tell me what you think. This story and the characters are protected under copyright. Enjoy! Marcela's Perspective Tuesday morning, Sarah and I get up early like always and head off to the gym. We shoot around and do a few drills as w...
This is the third installment of the Requiem series. Any persons, places or things that are present in this story is in no way affiliated with me, regarding copyright, owning of music material portrayed, or anything like that. Now, after getting that little tidbit out of the way, enjoy. "You're letting... all... cold... in! Close it! ... Now... before...
Chapter Four: Responding to touches with the crop It was the third day of the Ponygirl Instruction course. All the girls stood up as Miss Cathy walked into class right after the nine o'clock bell. As the rule prescribed, they had stripped out of their tops. The teacher glanced at Sabel, sitting so shiny and pretty on the first row, and smiled at the thought...
Accidental Exposure...and revelation. I got home from the office a bit early. Toeing off my heels with a sigh of relief as soon as I was through the door. It was Easter weekend coming up, so our boss had let us all finish after lunch. Some of my work colleagues had travel plans and it made sense to let everyone go early. I was pleasantly surprised to find...
This story is set in and around Bilbala (ቢልባላ), a small village which can be found in Semien Wollo (ሰሜን ወሎ), Amhara Region (የአማራ ክልል), Northern Ethiopia (ሰሜን ኢትዮጵያ) [12°10'N and 38°59'E] All names, characters, situations and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Copyright...
One It was the usual Wednesday evening routine -- straight off the train and into the Duke of Wellington. Known locally as 'The Welly', it was the nearest pub to the station and I had become an expert in beating the rush as every thirsty commuter seemed to make a beeline there on the way home. A mixture of knowing which carriage to use and fast walking mea...
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (Thursday, 25th April 2002) By all rights Carrie should have been pissed off, but a flicker of hope burned inside her. After the foulest sequence of setbacks she'd finally had a break. Now, if she played her cards right, if everything went to plan . . . Jesus, she thought, I need a hit. Just one last hit . . . The doctor had been bang on...
This is a prequel to the 'Psych' story I wrote in December. While this story shares some of the characters, it stands alone and you do not need to have read 'Psych' in order to follow this story. There's a fair bit of dialogue and character development etc. but stick it out and I hope you'll find it was worth it. Please note that everyone in this story is ov...
There I was sitting in the stands of a roller derby bout. Who would believe it? Me, Alice Watson, a forty year old, mother of two, professional insurance adjuster sitting in the stands at a roller rink amongst the slobs, perverts and general lowest common denominators of society. I felt terribly out of place but I didn't care. It was where I wanted to be. Th...