This story, with the names, dates and time included is totally fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. * My first job at 19. I'd only been in the place three days and the boss ordered me into the back room. "Look after that case. She's a big celebrity and we need someone in here all the time, unless family or accr...
I know it's been a while but I'm still writing. Lots of half formed stories, but unfortunately, real work with real pay must take precedence. This short series is close to completion so I will start to release it. There are three chapters, I'll publish one a week. Please enjoy, and write feedback. I like the feedback. *** *** *** Cecilia stopped to consu...
*** For once, I'm making a fictional story, so please do keep that in mind if something is not scientifically accurate and/or plausible. All characters are at least 18 years of age, and all names and likenesses that match anyone in real life are purely coincidental. Also, a quick head's up on that there is no actual sex in this chapter, but there will be...
Janice says:- I adore being spanked if it is especially giving pleasure to my spankee. It stings of course but there is a certain divisor when the hurt can be made pleasurable; when you have an experienced spankee like I do in Sir. His real name is Keith but that is how I must address him when he sessions me. And when the hurt becomes intense, a little str...
Saturday We rose for breakfast on Saturday, but there was no smell of food; only percolating coffee. We all converged in the kitchen for cereal and milk, with beverage choices of juice or coffee, or both. Everyone ate their fill, lingering over more coffee. We all went about our morning routines. I heard the maid, from my spot in the basement at the pool t...
That was her name, Angel, the meanest woman on Earth. She had made a fortune trafficking in women, children and drugs but had not caught our attention until she began to traffic in weapons. Angel was a public figure, heiress to a fortune; the public had no idea what her foreign "charities" were. Her local charities were legitimate and her city of Marseilles...
Chestnut Falls, 1949 When I saw Mr. Pullman, Madison High's cranky, old principal, charging toward me, I knew I was in for it. He bolted toward me, his pudgy frame moving with urgency, gripping his briefcase tightly, and his face becoming red as he walked up the front steps of the school and down the hallway to where I stood. I had just come out of the facu...
[This is a work of fiction. With the exception of the Fab 4, all characters, locations, and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] ***** "Hey," I yelled, what is all the ruckus in there kids?" I walked into the living room to separate Billie, age two, and Sally, age four. They were squ...
The yoga class had already started by the time I made it inside so it looked as if I'd have to wait until afterwards to get to the toilet. I was dying to pee but that wasn't surprising. The further my pregnancy progressed, the longer it seemed to take to get anywhere and the more often I seemed to need the toilet. I felt like a beached whale at times, nearly...
Warmth and moisture. These were the first sensations that Krista felt upon regaining consciousness. As she slowly and groggily began to stir, she vaguely wondered where she could possibly be that she would be feeling this kind of cloistering, wet atmosphere. Racking her brain, she forced herself to recall the events of the past couple of days, trying to pie...