Sweet is The Night, - The Agonising Awakening. Prologue: It has taken me several years and lots of persuasion to write this account; the second part of the first time I made love, not to a male but a female. It is also a noose around my neck, hoping that this story will be well received. However here goes and it starts with the final few paragraphs of swee...
I was standing in front of my tiny, jumbled closet looking in vain for suitable clothes to take to New Orleans. It had been sooo easy down in the Caribbean because all I needed was a couple pieces of floss to wear over my itty bitty titties and Brazilian waxed coochie. Rich, poor, who knew when you're half naked and dripping wet? Who am I, you may be asking...
Here's part 4 of The Girl Next Door. We left off in Part 2 where Gracie was freed by Starlight and Nightblade. Now she resides at Starlight's compound and will begin her training. Also please comment below on what you think of it. Your feedback is very appreciated and helps improve my writing. All characters are subject to copyright laws, so please don't try...
The midday sun was just reaching its zenith as the woman in the faded blue dress stood on the porch. She was looking out to the dirt road that ran along side what was left of the fence that bordered the old farm. The house behind her had seen better days, but that could be said for just about every house in the county here in the spring of 1865. After four y...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is based on the idea/request of a fan, who wishes to remain nameless. I enjoyed writing it and hope it's enjoyable to read. ***** London had always been one of Trish's favourite cities. It was the sort of place where a world-famous superstar could walk in the street without being mobbed every two minutes. And, so far this visit,...
Author's Note This story is a story of hope. Every effort has been made to not make political statements or offend anyone. Special thanks to Oggsbashan and Lauren-Hynde for advice on the history, attitudes and religions involved. CET Sarah Goldblum moved through the bazaar in Cairo feigning the stunned and rather vapid look of a western tourist. The myria...
A/N: This is a story set in the first half of the nineteenth century in England. The Victorian era was the first time period where society truly brought forth the question of a woman's role in the world. People questioned what an "acceptable" level of independence was for a woman, what her extent of involvement in the outside world should be, etc. Though thi...
Chapter One (Wednesday 16th October 2002) The university surroundings were, to say the least, student-friendly. Most retail outlets within a couple of miles of campus were happy to give discount on sight of a current Students' Union card, regardless of the goods being purchased. Canned curry, carrots, carpets, computers and crayons; they qualified all with...
"Good morning sleepy-heads! We're on our way to ninety-three so get out that suntan lotion." It was not clear to Mattie what came first, the stray bright beam of light though the errant slat in the blind or the DJ's voice screaming once again what the weather would be. She knew she needed to find a new radio station. What she wished for more was a nice soft...
The aged door of the mansion creaked on its rusty hinges as Vera pushed it open, thunder cracking and lighting up the clouded sky as rain poured overhead. It spattered audibly on the cracked flagstones that made up the pathway leading to the entrance of the long abandoned building, through disheveled plants and out of control weeds that choked the once elega...