*chapter 3 in a 7 chapter novella. A special thank you to the people who have left comments and messaged me about this story. This one is for you guys. :) Hope you Enjoy. * We have just stepped into the elevator of one of the newly renovated warehouses down town. The city has been doing a lot of renovations to the old buildings to create plush, new condom...
The look of undeniable satisfaction was etched onto Gwen's face. A Long Island Iced Tea rested in the cup holder of the dragon shaped floating chair. The opposite holder held a walkie talkie but there was no chatter emerging from the black box next to the gorgeous nude woman. Gwen couldn't remember the last time that the house had been silent. It was rarely...
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Young Cassandra looked with some satisfaction at the paper handed back to her. An "A" was inscribed there in red marker, followed somewhat enigmatically she thought, by "Please see me after class." Idly she flipped through the essay, revelling in the little compliments written in the margin. "Great use of metaphor," was one, "Excellent ironic overtone," anot...
In the cab Sierra called a few people at 7:00 am, initiating the emergency alarm to race to the office. Each person she phoned knew from training they must call the five other persons they were to summon as part of the newspaper's Emergency Action Group. The code-name she gave was 'Crunching Black Gold.' Staff being phoned would know the newspaper was on...
It is sort of funny how they got together. Frank Kinson had never dated a girl in his class, not one. He had dated older girls in other nearby high schools, or college girls. A handsome boy, who stood six foot, five inches, and a gentleman at all times. He was a comfortable, date for a girl who wanted a pleasant evening. There were two hundred and thirty-nin...
THE PHOTOGRAPH "Oh, my Gawd, no!" "Josiah, I'd prefer it if you didn't use such language." "But Maw, I don't like havin' my photograph took." "How do you know? You've never had it done before," Miriam Davis said, with as much patience as she could muster. "Why do we have to have our picture took?" Willie asked, in the slightly sulky tone his mother hate...
Part I - Dangerous Names The original Tam Lin was a story told in an early Scottish ballad about a man taken by the fairies. It has been retold many, many times, although I'm not sure it's ever been told in quite this way... I would like to give credit to the original author, but since no one knows his name, I will simply thank Francis James Child for recor...
Mrs. Heyward had given Rachael the rest of the week to recover and to study more. Rachael had spent the time re-reading everything. She was also allowed to visit the punishment and reward rooms just to observe and see some practices applied. She also sat in on a few classes. These were much more in her comfort zone, as the classes were fairly normal for the...
She sat at her desk, attempting to focus on the work in front of her, but as soon as she would fall into a rhythm of typing, her mind would begin to wander. Thoughts of behaving badly crept into her brain, and images of being bent over a desk and fucked hard would flash into her vision. Anna shook her head, trying to extinguish the dark and dirty fantasies,...