The Headmaster Ritual (2) Friday, 24 May Portia hunted through her drawers frantically. "Hey, have either of you taken any of my clothes?" she snapped, addressing the other two girls in her dorm. Tara and Lizzy both shook their heads as they got dressed. "Why, what's wrong?" Tara asked, a concerned look clouding her pretty face as she brushed her hair....
Note: This story is entirely fictional written for readers' enjoyment, and bears no resemblance to any people living or dead. It is in a sense of re-working of some of the concepts behind my "Burrinjack Social Club" story, which I was never fully satisfied with (& is my lowest scoring story). It also picks up characters from my previous story, "Fun In The Tr...
My last year of school was a bit of a holiday. My best mate Trev and I mucked around most of the time and we caused as much mayhem as possible. At seventeen years old we thought we were god's gift to the girls and harassed them at every opportunity. We were also the masters of practical jokes and we took every opportunity to have as much fun as possible. The...
John stared at the huge mansion from across the street, the place was lit up like a christmas tree and he could see dozen of cars parked in the driveway. This far away he could only see that huge curtains had been drawn across the tall windows. The bright welcoming lights contrasting with the dark windows. John knew why and it was that knowledge that was m...
Hello, I'm Rita and my husband is Bob, we are an empty nest couple in our late forties. I'm happy to say we are both in pretty darn good shape. When I asked Bob what he wanted for his last birthday he said the same thing he wanted the year before and didn't get, a massage table. On both occasions, my reaction was a little less than enthusiastic he was not...
My name is Annabelle Peggy Simpson, but you may call me Sister Peg. Everybody still does. Even though I'm not a Nun anymore. I was born and raised in the City of Trenton, State of New Jersey. With my Teutonic good looks ( I stand six feet two inches tall, with blonde hair and pale blue eyes ) I could have been a model or an actress but I went in another dire...
This story is based on a game "Who Wanna Be a Bimbo" created by Dahakma. ------------------------------------------ Tiffany was not an ugly girl by any means, she was just awfully plain as far as appearance goes. Despite having a unique brain and complex personality she could not work out anything to improve her looks; clothes, make-up, sports - these were...
Disclaimer: The following is all fictional (probably) and shouldn't be taken as an account of real events (possibly). Monica Seles couldn't believe it. She was at the top of her game since the stabbing in Germany and had been beating Stefi Graf in this match until the German had somehow managed to up her own game remarkably. Monica was one of the players...
Chapter 13 – Supernatural Justice. Jez woke up in a large king size bed in the master bedroom of the mansion. It had a huge walk in closet, a bathroom with a whirlpool bath and stand up shower; it even had a button to call a servant. The only thing Jez really noticed at this time though was the feeling of Sandy's tongue running along the outside of her lab...
Rachel returned to the marital bed with renewed vigour, but the rules had been changed. "You can have me on condition that we have an open marriage." "Like Carol and Steve?" "Exactly." "We play away from home as much as we like?" "Yes. If either one of us fancies somebody else, we're free to indulge our fancy." "One night stands only?" "Of course. An...