Third to seventh period went by like a breeze and before Sam knew it, classes were over for the day. She'd been wishing for them to be done fast anyhow because she wanted to catch up with her favorite librarian to discuss a possible more than friendship deal. Though she wanted their rendezvous to occur in school, Sam thought it best to ask her out and maybe...
I was relieved my ordeal of the past few days would soon be over. I was to be discharged from the hospital. As I rolled over on my side as directed by the nurse standing over me, I hoped I was about to endure the last indignity of what seemed like a never ending string of humiliating experiences. I soon felt the familiar rush of cool air as the nurse lowered...
This story is the twelfth in a series. The prior installments provide context and background on the individual characters. However, the author hopes that this story may be read with pleasure as a stand-alone piece. ***** It had been a long time since I had been to Orient Bay on the French side of the island of St. Maarten/St. Martin. When I first saw it, t...
Chapter: December "Don't Dream, It's Over" Losing someone you love is a devastating experience, and even after decades of weathering life's travails, the human body is a terribly fragile creation. Grief is the embodiment of stress, emotional strain, and the body reacts adversely. The immune system may be compromised, a heart condition exacerbated. Couple o...
The following morning Penny Fey said to Dan and Trish. "Let's not wait any longer to start breakfast as it's gone half-seven. It's the first time our visitor has been out with Kip and he's probably led her on a merry chase after rabbits." Ten minutes later they heard the thunder of hooves and Penny stood and gasped, "It's Rosina on that brute Teddy. Christ...
Hello folks, we're at part five now! Did not seriously expect to continue this thing, but somehow or other, I'm doing it. Not sure when this train ride will come to an end—at part eight? Nine? But rest assured, that I do plan on resolving the plot threads that I've laid out, and that there will be a (hopefully) satisfying conclusion. Don't worry—I've been...
By the time we got in the minivan and started the drive to Bob's house, I was humming a new tune. "I am Woman, Hear me Roar" had invaded my consciousness just as "Que Sera, Sera" had done earlier. I was convinced that tonight I could do anything. Anything, that is, except actually fucking someone other than my husband. With all the slutty things I had done...
Author's notes. This is the fourth Star Wars story I have written. All of my stories (so far) take place between the Yuuzhan Vong War and the Dark Nest Crisis. I would like for you to read my other three Star Wars stories first, but I highly recommend that you read Star Wars: Jedi Tahiri in Bondage, as this story is a direct sequel, although my other two Sta...
If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world. Seventh Tale: Degrees of Slavery Pt. 3 - Mistress and Maid Mary's letter to Mona (see fourth and fifth tales) suggested that Mona should ask Eva to become a milker and offer the freedom that her milk could give to both Jonas and Adam. Mary went on to say tha...
My wife Carol and I had been adopted as children by the same family so grew up as if we were brother and sister. Carol Jones and I Ken Smith eventually fell in love and married when we were both eighteen, I was a month older than my wife and we were both virgins until our wedding night. We lived in a country cottage and massaged clients of our own sex unti...