- "What's wrong with our ramrods?" asked Langoret. - "Wood dries out. Eventually it grow brittle. If a soldier snaps or breaks her ramrod, she's disarmed herself. You should use iron." She nodded. Langoret would go away and think about what I'd said. She was a serious soldier, and devoted to her career. I was surprised to discover that she was only a few...
Hunting The Storm "Captain!" "That guy's a pain in the ass," Captain grunted as he got out his chair on the flight deck and went downstairs. "Don't crash into anything," he said, winking at Pilot. "What is it now, Bump?" His disdain for the ships engineer was obvious, and had been obvious for a long time. In fact, he was now the only one on the crew tha...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Welcome back to Calder House, the place Ladies are finished and below stair girls are whipped into service. The staff are also dealt with harshly should they step out of line by Mr. and Mrs. Broadwood who ruled the staff as well as the inmates with the strap. The only difference was the staff were whipped in private for any indiscreet actions, private bei...
My name's Gina. I'm 24 and I live in Panama City Beach,FL. I work at a business office as a receptionist by day. But after work at night I am a homebody who likes to cook. On most nights, I can cook anything. I like going out to dinner as much as anyone, but nothing beats cooking your own meals. I would cook for family and friends, especially on special occa...
Unperturbed by the impending storm, and the first signs of turbulence as the wind whipped up, Lady Sally tied the banker onto her rack with rope, and selected another attachment from the wooden box. If the earlier one resembled a comb, this one was more like a hair brush with clusters of copper wire sticking out from a moulded brass oval. She examined it c...
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Chapter 6 John headed for the library, and settling in the chair he had sat in earlier, he returned to his book. After a while, he looked up to see a beautiful naked woman standing directly in front of him. At first he thought it was Marie, but on closer examination, he found that this woman was much older. "Who are you?" John asked. "I am the Marquise Be...
He had been dreading this conversation for a while now. It was atypical for him to be so forthcoming with a student, but in this case he feared that she could not or would not take a hint. Intervention was necessary. He adjusted his chair nervously and checked his hair in his computer monitor. It was stylishly slicked back with a single strand perfectly out...
Copyright by d.s. That's my first story ever, I enjoyed the writing. I hope you enjoy the reading, constructive criticism always welcome. Please ignore the grammar as English is not my mother language. Part 1 (the rules) "Turn round and bend over, hamster." I tell her as Sandra gets off me. The cool morning air make me shiver, where only a second ago I fe...