While I don't want to give lots of background about my life, some is necessary to understand my story. I was born Kate Colleen O'Keenan, the second daughter in a family of eight Irish Catholics. My older (by 14 months) sister Bridget was/is a haughty entitled bitch (since this is my story you have to accept my characterization -- you can contact her if you...
This is the fourteenth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter V "…She's under my thumb…" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest gir...
Brigid McAllister was just 13 when her Uncle Davie loaded her up onto the wagon near Clones and drove her into Dublin one misty June morning in 1907. She had no idea why they were going, and she imagined it was just a rare day out to the big city. She thought her widowed mam was silly sobbing over her and hugging her fit to crush her, telling her to be a goo...
Chapter 11 Neighborhood Bank The subterranean basement of Neighborhood Bank, three floors below ground level, where the armored car drivers took the freight elevator down to deposit monies received from the Federal Reserve Bank, served as a bomb shelter during both World Wars. The employees, who worked with piped in music and filtered air, believed that Hor...
Chapter 11: AN ITALIAN IDYLL Although it may at first seem irrelevant, to understand something of what may have triggered the events I'm about to tell you about I should give you a brief description of myself. At the time I was twenty, 'a young woman just coming into full bloom', so to speak. When meeting people for the first time many, especially other wo...
Chapter 8: He Leaves a Mark Leslie lay on her right side with her legs spread so that her right was on the bed and left was up and bent at the knee. Her right hand was massaging her button and her left was stimulating her g-spot. Open next to her was her laptop, the video that was playing showed a muscular bum rising and falling as its owner thrust into a w...
Ch. 04 At just about 10:15 PM, Brenda's doorbell sounded. Brenda felt tense; she was really tired but also very aroused at what happened with Alan. She hoped it was Andrea or even Janet because she would probably not be able to hold back telling them what happened. "Uh, hi Doug," Brenda said. She supposed she never expected one of the guys to return her p...
It was first detected at eleven thousand parsecs from the outpost world of Vegan. Just one of several thousand anomalies recorded on the planetary sensors that day. Bored technicians and overworked scientists tracked its progress in a haphazard fashion, until it became apparent that it was moving in a direct path towards the planet. Still, it had been approa...
Hey everybody, another chapter here for your enjoyment. This chapter is also a bit more humorous for me...you'll see. This is sort of a brain cleansing chapter for me, so some details may be rather irrelevant. Anyway, comments and feedback are always welcome. Everyone is over 18 and I'm sure most celebs don't act like this. Enjoy! *** Megan strolled alon...
Down through the dark ages of time I have come, the embodiment of Jung's collective memory. Freed long ago of mortal constraints, I have impassively watched civilizations rise and fall. Alexander, Caesar, Cleopatra. Dusty names applied to almost mythical figures, yet to me, living memories. The glory that was Rome, mighty Carthage, mysterious Byzantium,...