Il était une fois, dans un collège bien ordinaire, une directrice du nom de Mme Dupont. Mme Dupont était une femme stricte et autoritaire, mais elle avait un secret bien caché. ( il est aux collège il a redoublé ) Dans son équipe, il y avait Mme Martin, la CPE. Elle était toujours sérieuse et un peu rigide, mais elle adorait les devinettes et les énigmes. Il...
During your typical grueling commute you see another protest at the intersection in front of the Galleria by men who believe the changes in women are the result of some vast left-wing conspiracy by "the globalists" to marginalize men and pave the way for the One World Government. You haven't paid much attention to them, but apparently they are suspicious of...
"Mister La Salle," a voice called from over Adam's shoulder. Turning, he recognised Jayne Essington, a friend of Amanda's from some time ago. "Good morning Missus Essington" he said taking her hand, bowing and kissing it. "How lovely to see you. What brings you to Boston?" "I am here for my nephew's graduation" the plumpish, but nevertheless quite attracti...
"Mister La Salle" a voice called from over Adam's shoulder. Turning, he recognised Jayne Essington, a friend of Amanda's. "Good morning Missus Essington" he said taking her hand, bowing and kissing it. "How lovely to see you. What brings you to Boston?" "I am here for my nephew's graduation" the plumpish but nevertheless quite attractive, black haired wido...
16 The Fuck Factory Carmel drew back the large red door marked Studio 1 and stepped inside to see a young woman with a clipboard watching three prisoners being cuffed and chained while a fourth prisoner was slipping into a dark blue leotard. Carmel recognised the producer. "Sasha. We meet again. How is life in Hollywood?" "Very good. I'm making a lot of...
His very first words, and gestures were identical to her dream. It was as they say, unnerving and yet, she was immediately intrigued, both by the man and by the happenstance. The phenomena of Déjà vu, is not unheard of but the reasons and theories of why it happens vary. Angela herself had read of these types of things and many dozens of theories had been p...
This is a work of fiction, and is the first in a projected series of stories taking place within the walls of De la Dia Manor. This first entry will take a bit of reading to set everything up, so if you're looking for a quick come this may not be for you. I really appreciate feedback, and thanks for reading! Chapter 1: The Job Hunt "Four... thirty-eight......
Hello Preston, Do you remember me? I'm Angela. With me on my knees and with you having a view of the top of my head more than any other part of me, you may not remember what I look like. You may not remember my pretty face. Other than recognizing my big tits, your favorite part of me along with my talented mouth, you may not remember who I am at all, espec...
I believe I've found my niche. Westerns, set in history or in modern times, and/or detective stories are what I like to write best. I may try my hand at a romance or two in the future but I'm comfortable with my little play area. I hope you enjoy this story of the exciting times following the Civil War. My usual statement follows. Constructive comments,...
I was feeling down again, for no reason I could pinpoint. I had graduated from college several years ago, found a stable, if not spectacular, job, and had my own apartment. At 27 years old and looking even younger than that - I could easily pass as an underclassman if I were to go onto the campus - I was a decent catch, I thought. I wasn't a professional ath...