1929 Farthing Stories

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Empty Collars Ch. 04

by CM_Haiden on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

"Ok so what was wrong with Lisa?" You know when I went to psychiatrist I was expecting to lie on a comfortable couch and drift off occasionally ,but here I was sitting in what used to be a conference room in front of a coffee table sitting in a stiff back wing chair. I wanted part of my money back. "Uh she was too young." Which she was. I mean we had absol...

The Waltz

by lavampiredenoir on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

It was April 25th, 1929. Robert Miller regards himself in the body length mirror, one of many that decorate the walls of the ballroom that he is in. He is handsome and dashing, strong and graceful in his appearance. His gorgeous shoulder length brown hair, tied back with black lace. Robert’s bright icy blue eyes tell the story of a man who is passionately in...

Mr Daniel's Milk Ch. 03

by Lemon_7 on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

I had been "working" for Mr Daniels for just over a month, and still enjoying it. Due to feeding two hungry boys my milk supply had almost doubled, my breasts had grown and my nipples had lengthened. The others at the office couldn't seem to stop staring; although they never had the chance to leak because Mr Daniels was constantly sucking at them, my nipples...

Visitor on a Rainy Night

by Theshywriter on Oct 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Please take some time to let me know what you think of the story. If you liked it, tell me why! If you didn't, please leave some constructive criticism. Hope it turns you on, Xoxo theshywriter ***** It was a dark blue rainy night. Alison Farthing was in her kitchen, trying to clean up in the few hours she had to herself in the evenings. She was a school...

The Vampire Rufus Brown

by Samuelx on Mar 7, 2018
NonHuman

"There aren't a lot of Vampires out there, simply because this world cannot support too many of us, it's a simple matter of, well, Vampire mathematics," Rufus Brown said to his friend, Karl O'Malley. Seated inside the Taco Zulu bar and grill in the City of Durban, South Africa, the two men bantered amid the clientele made up largely of hipsters, college stud...

The Girl from Yesterday Pt. 01

by Ian56 on Jun 19, 2018
Romance

In the room at the top of the house was a door that had never been opened. It was an ordinary door that would lead to somewhere extraordinary for the one that did. *** Outside the children sang as they played their games, "Gay go up, and gay go down, To ring the bells of London town. Bull's eyes and targets, Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's. Brickbats an...

Saint Valentine's Day Massacre

by andtheend on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Saint Valentine's Day Massacre The love story behind the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre. Always suspected that it was Al Capone behind the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre, it was never proven and, although he admitted to it in private to his boys, he never confessed the crime to the police. On Valentine's Day, February 14, 1929, seven men were shot in the b...

A Southfarthings Nights Dream

by Sweetbrier on Sep 11, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Sweetbrier lay deep in sleep, her mind drifting in and out of thoughts of her unknown admirer. Neither name nor face had he, but she had imagination enough to fill in the blanks. In her dreams she was bathing in a warm Summer spring, the sun painting the distant hillside in a hazy panorama of colors. Deep green grasses interspersed with red foxglove, yellow...

ACME Ink

by MoteDog on Sep 26, 2017
Fan Fiction

Started in the early 1900’s as a subsidiary of Sears, Roebuck & Company, it’s original name meant, “American Company Marketing Everything”. Its first branded product was an “ACME American Wrought Anvil”. How it became “Ace Company Making Everything” is a tale, literally, of madness. Lloyd Christopher, an experimental genius, accidentally developed a new...

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Sandra

by CHunLee on Jul 18, 2006
Non-English (dated)

Sandras Tagebuch "Hi, mein Name ist Sandra. Ich bin 18 und gehe in die 12.Klasse des heruntergekommenen Heinrich-Heine-Gymnasiums in Berlin. Die Schule ist in der ganzen Hauptstadt für ihre unmotivierten und unqualifizierten Lehrer, die hohe Verbrechensrate und das miserabele soziale Umfeld bekannt. Die zur Hälfte aus Ausländern bestehende Schülerschaft...

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