Hi! I'm Shannon. Shannon Conroy. A very Irish name. Wouldn't ya say? Me name comes from ta river whose circuitous course flows north to south pretty much down ta middle of Ireland, but in truth me name in ta Irish lies deeply imbedded in Celtic mythology in ta Goddess Sinend. In ta "Irish" it's "Sionnain." I'm now eighteen an' in me first year at an all-gir...
The dark, ebon night in which the large, yellowish-white orb of a brilliant full moon was set cast shadows over the African plain of the Serengeti, named from the Maasai word Siring, meaning "Endless Plain" or better still "The Sea of Grass on Plains." It is a wondrous land covering 27,000 square kilometers that for the Maasai tribe, an indigenous, African,...
Journey back to a distant time when people believed in myths and magic as well as goddesses and gods. Among these people were Greeks and Romans who lived in lands whose shores knew the touch of the Mediterranean – Aegean Sea. These mortals believed in many gods, meaning they were polytheistic, and worshiped these gods who dwelled on Mount Olympus that is bel...
Each year a fundraiser was held by the Ladies Network on behalf of The Jones' Academy of which Rhoda Jones was Headmistress. Rhoda and her lovely Asian assistant Kiko had seduced Penny Kazantakis in her office to which she had been asked to meet with Rhoda under the pretext of discussing late tuition fees for her two daughters Penelope and Pamela. Penny wh...
Ever since eighteen year old Gayesha's first night in Penny's home where she lived with her two daughters Penelope and Pamela while attending the Miss Jones' Academy in Sydney as a scholarship student and shared her bed where they made wild, passionate love, Penny had gone through her days sexually aroused. Her heart raced every time she and Gayesha were in...
AWO15. – A new perspective Anne leaned back in her comfortable leather chair and yawned. She was tired. Very tired. There was a clear tendency she got too little sleep these days, and once again she reminded herself she should try to do something about it. This thing about beauty sleep, wasn't it? Only it wasn't that easy to get to sleep in the night with...
"You're going out again?" Mario's voice was aggrieved. Steph paused and turning, looked at her husband as he sprawled in his favourite chair, the TV remote clutched in one hand. "You know that Gabrielle and I have the book club tonight!" she answered, her slender arms reaching up to thrust a pin in the piled hair. "That's three nights this week – you're...
Southern Nights 11. – Under Maracolar The noise from the outboard engines continued ringing noisily in Linda's ears as they suddenly went down to just a sloshy humming in response to Angela's well-practiced navigations. They had been on full speed for a little more than an hour, enjoying the fresh afternoon breeze as the endless surfaces of deep blue...
Author's Note: The Village Sluts is a story focused around two women who continue to grow their bond and fall in love as they experiment with their shared fetishes. This story, therefore, contains strong scat and pee play. This includes smearing, tasting, eating, soiling, etc. If you do not share these fetishes, please stop reading. If you do continue to r...
08 - Teambuilding Lazy breakers drove a monotonous rush up the cliffs from Kamachooga Bay. To Anne it was kind of a symbolic sound at a symbolic place. That place... the very outdoor restaurant where she and Jean got down to real business just a few weeks ago. The evening was warm and quiet, and the setting sun started to paint the light feather clouds in...