***This one's not long, but it sets the stage for Chapter 4. ------------ In her kitchen, Kate was doing her best to get the stubborn grease off her hands with a rag. "This stuff is almost as bad as molybdenum grease," she said, "We'll never get it off before next week. Whenever you think that you've gotten it all, there's always more." She was reaching...
Allan trotted along beside the tractor as Kate steered it toward the barn. He pulled the sliding door open and stood aside as she brought the tractor smoothly to rest in its accustomed place. She killed the engine, jumped down from the driver's seat, and writhed to stretch the kinks out of her lower back. "We got a lot done," he said as he reached for her h...
Glenside could be described as the perfect neighbourhood. It's the kind of neat suburban community where everyone likes to fit in, and everyone knows what's expected of them. So, when a house becomes vacant, there's always a feeling of trepidation about who the new occupants might be, and whether they'll be 'one of us'. It's particularly unsettling when ne...
It was a relief to the girls and clients to not be overwhelmed by the clanking noise of the clockwork servants. They performed their tasks and were remarkably quiet as they did so. Liddy and Emma supervised as they made the beds in the workroom and bundled the sheets down for cleaning. Ving emerged from one of the rooms wearing only the lingerie she had been...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content. * SYDNEY BREMNER'S LOG ENTRY #12 - 02/09/202X - 09:45 AM Landfall at Okumaru Island at 07:26 AM (CST). The Erebus anchored 2 nautical miles from the shore. The ritual went as described, left us drained and dumbstruck but no complications except for a crash of the navigation sys...
CHAPTER TWO It was early afternoon when the veterans returned home. It was still mid autumn, that 17th of Ámyrðria, on Freo-twā, or the second free-day of the middle of the month. The fields were still ripe with grain and the women and the children of Meryton and Jasper Valley were forsaking their day of rest to bring in more of the harvest. Many of the fie...
Pat walked carefully through the wooded area. All his senses were fully alert. The ground was covered with dry leaves twigs and dead foliage. It was impossible to walk silently. Each footstep resulted in the crackle of dry material. It appeared to Pat that the area had not had a fire in several years. Fires on an almost yearly basis ravaged most areas in th...
REMINDER: I write long stories. Many chapters don't have naughty bits, but those that do (like this one!) will be way more fun if you read the non-naughty parts, too! Also, although TT2 is a stand-alone novel, it takes place in the same family as Texas Trio, so you might want to read that one first!—Stefanie —:—:—:—:—:—:—Chapter 25—:—:—:—:—:—:— Becky had...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...
The nude prisoner, sound sleeper that she had come to be, was nonetheless awakened by the routine 6:15 a.m. clanking of the old-fashioned key. She blinked her eyes and turned on the rough wooden bench. It was the Assistant Warden, as always, with the guard for her wing. The guards at this women's prison farm were all female, but the officials were male. "Go...