Learning to Let Go is an 8 part continuous series; so if you were naughty and skipped ahead I urge you to start at the beginning or the following may make little sense. Welcome to Part 3. ***** 2005 Nikki's house did not seem so different to all the others in the street except that it was larger, and had a lovely wooden door rather than a plastic one...
Punky's Diary -- a Friend's Experiences, collected by Selbryth. February 16, 2007 Hi it's me—whoa, yawn, right? So anyhow, being with Ava and Morgan for a bunch of days now has convinced me to grow my bush back. I mean, Morgan totally enjoyed Ava—that whole weekend, if you remember—and I enjoyed watching! But the way Morgan would just go after Ava's beaut...
It was opened by the slaver. He was dressed in a towel and held one in his hand. "My apologies, I have called you out of your bath...I was hoping to talk with you about your last visit." Pudgy nodded letting him inside without hesitation. "Ahmi...bring the king a drink," he said sharply. A boy rattled the dishes harshly and carefully poured a glass. It wa...
I wheeled my trolley down Aisle Three, pausing occasionally to drop in an item. I was at the end of my trip really, but was reluctant to head home to the mountain of work awaiting me. A healthy bit of procrastination was in order. When, however, I dropped some Macaroni and Cheese in a tin, I decided enough was enough and I began meandering in the general d...
When it first began, I was 21 years old and we had been friends for 4 years. I think in all honesty I'd always fancied you a little bit, the skater boy with a sense of humour as filthy as my own, but you had such a reputation whilst simultaneously always seeming to have a girlfriend. So we were buddies and that was that. We always made each other laugh, went...
Marianne stumbled as she walked up the small set of stairs to the door of her dorm. She cursed when she nearly dropped her keycard to swipe in and fell through the door with a clatter, knocking into a trashcan right inside the door. Although the door to her hall was only a few feet away, it still took a few minutes for her to cross the foyer and open the hea...
Hello!! I want to apologise for the delay but here's the third chapter anyways. Votes, rates and comments are always a welcome!! XXX * She took a deep breath as the presentation came to an end and glanced at Terence who was standing beside her. Their turn was at the last and after listening to the previous presentations, she had started getting nervous;...
The three of us were sitting in a small alcove in the Meadows bar, working on a very big problem. It was Thursday afternoon and we were on our second single malt. We usually played golf on Thursday afternoon, but today we were arguing about how to handle our mutual problem: Pedro. Pedro was our Mexican pool guy. And he was fucking our wives. It is a complic...
This is the continuing story of Sissy Steffi that goes to military school. Please read PT1 if you haven't already! All characters in this story are of the legal age of consent. *** It was Sunday morning; I was rudely awakened by the cacophony outside my room in the hallway. I looked at my phone. The time was 7:15 am. Who wakes up at 7:00 am on a Sunday; a...
------------- Prelude: Very early, about the 6th or 7th Century AD ---------------------- From the sparse artifacts and record fragments it can be determined that, of the small group of genie trainees graduating in this one class, most had absorbed the information and direction well, yet there remained a thread of individualism in each. Some were more pliab...