-1. Ashley P. Parks, a petite girl with hardly any length to her legs, stirred gently from her light sleep. She had come to the conclusion, before even looking at the lime-green dial of her electric alarm clock, that it was morning and she had better get up for a days work. Work, she laughed in self loathing; as if anyone in their right mind is going to pur...
Alicia dragged her feet up the stairs, carrying a load of books in both arms while repeatedly blowing a stray strand of blonde hair out of her eyes and trying to remember what life had been like a week ago. "Go to Harvard," she muttered. "Meet interesting people! Form valuable social connections! Discuss exciting ideas with other brilliant minds!" Eleven o'c...
Disclaimer: -This story is copyrighted 2000 by Mark Anthony. It may not be reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way, shape or form without express permission. -This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between female adults. If it ain't your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18 years of age, ditto. -Send comment...
You probably haven't heard of the Isle of Sula. Not unless you're one of the eco-tourists who come trekking oot here, or one of the estimated 27,000 members worldwide of Clan MacCuilish. That's about 15 times the current population of the island, probably no more than 40 of whom were born with the MacCuilish name. Basically, we're a tiny wee island towards t...
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****** Please Read This First ******* I know, I know, I usually don't bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don't read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one. Firstly, this is a work of fiction and all the characters are completely fictional. In particu...
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