"I've heard she is a total bitch." It was only Tom's third day as an intern at Galaxy Rediffusion and already he was tiring of his 'buddy' Marcus. The two second year university students had been paired together as part of their induction into the summer scheme that would hopefully lead them to secure a place on the corporation's prestigious graduation sche...
This is part of a sequence of stories I am writing about a mixed race girl who has anglicised her name to Anita. To aid with your appreciation of the story here is a little background. Anita has a live in lover Jason, he has pushed her sexually to experiment with both a male and female partner in his company (see Where the Ribbon Leads) Anita has been tradin...
Chapter Thirty -- The Ghost-Girl The guard who served as Scribe # 8's contact visited her one more time during the month of April and three times during May. She passed between 20 and 30 sheets of detailed information during each visit. As requested, she concentrated on collecting data about the Bishop, other church officials, and the Vice-Duchy's finances....
The second part of the story of the Stocking Sperm Challenge will make better sense if the reader is familiar with the original story. * Naturally, Ruby was enjoying telling April every saucy detail about what she had just put me through at my first and failed attempt at the Stocking Sperm Challenge and the history of my unsanctioned meddling with her inti...
To say Janet was angry would be an understatement. She had been walking around these woods for about a half an hour and was no nearer the lake that when she began. Janet wandered through the woods wearing only a pair of sandals and light blue bikini. The top was a size too small, so her large chest seemed to overflow from the cups. She couldn't believe tha...
Peggy had broken into high-security HYDRA compounds. A closed-door audition was no major problem. From the shadows, she watched as Angie ran her dialogue, preened and postured to display her effervescent look, all but showed her teeth like a horse at auction. They ran her through her paces, the Broadway men—expecting her to perform a three-hour show, matin...
'Working late tonight?' asked Colette as she checked her notes with Isabelle a few days later. Isabelle nodded. 'Yeah, he told me to see what I'd like and have it delivered, but I don't know. Do you have any ideas?' 'There's pizza, pasta, spareribs and burgers around here of course.' Isabelle nodded. 'I'm not really in the mood for anything fatty or fried...
It is often that men claim to be focused on the certain attributes of women, but there seem to be fewer of us that claim to be obsessed with specific areas of a woman's body that is not below the waist. I could also say this (hesitantly) about the right partial or full-time lesbian woman. I'll admit that this statement is based on supposition and I will not...
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. I don't own any of the Pokemon used in this story. I request all future fan-game makers to please ask me for permission before using any of the new attacks that I might have created. Will give due credits at the end of each chapter to the artists of the Fakemon that I might use here. I think it's allowed, because I'm not mak...
Mustrum Ridcully, longest serving Archchancellor in Unseen University's thousand year history, looked down at the small pile of documents on his desk. He shook his head. His world was trembling, he thought, but whether because its foundations were about to collapse or because it was poised to shoot forward into the future remained to be seen. He looked up at...