"Female young actresses wanted" it said on the sign. It did look a bit worn down and the house wasn't in its prime days. But Anna had just arrived to Hollywood from her hometown, a small little village in England that you almost couldn't find on the map, and had been trying to get an audition for the last 6 days. This was her last chance before she was out o...
Catherine sat in her cabin staring at her breakfast. Porridge again. She never wanted to see another bowl of porridge as long as she lived. She had reluctantly lifted the spoon to her lips when Burnham walked into her room. She glanced up at him and then turned her attention back to her breakfast. "Good morning, Miss Veleslav," he said, staring at her legs....
French North Africa 1923 Lady Mary Westlake was looking down at the endless rows of sand dunes. Her 10 year older brother Charles was steering his biplane towards the south. While at first around the coast they had still seen many small villages and oasis and even caravans for hours the landscape had been an empty expanse. Now however they were coming up...
It was dark outside. But it was always dark. The ever-present black clouds rolled forebodingly across the charred sky, the same way they did every second of every minute of every day. It was approaching nightfall now. The faint glow of the sun was fading, sinking down over the jagged horizon. The smoldering, skeletal remains of buildings cast twisted, mis...
It was the storm of the year. Thunder clapped with vehemence, and fat drops of rain fell on the roof of the small house with tremendous force. Jenifer woke up in the middle of the night not feeling much better than when she dozed off in her sofa earlier that evening. She was dizzy, and for a moment, didn't quite recognize her own house. She was sweating heav...
I am Mistress Misty and this is my story. First of all, I will begin by telling you how I became Mistress Misty. It was a few years ago when I was invited to a friends house for a sex toy party. I was a shy woman and didn't think I would like it at all. My friend Betty said it would be ok if I just wanted to sit in the corner and watch, but she really wanted...
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Sumptuous curves under gossamer cotton. A breeze fighting oppressive Carolina heat. A fever of desire. Standing at the foot of your bed, I tremble with anticipation. The flight from Boston was a study in self-control. Waiting to see you. The ride from the airport was agonizing. Wanting to touch you. Silently opening the door and climbing the stairs to your...
Tom Briggs was still reeling from the diagnosis his doctor had shared with him a week ago. Cancer. His biggest worries had been whether anyone would go with him to Prom and keeping up his grades for college, and now instead of trips to the beach or movie nights with friends, his only plans were therapy. The doctor had explained the prognosis was excellent an...
Thakur Ramdev Singh was his name. He belonged to a family of land-lords or zamindaars as they are called in India. He was the lone heir to an ancestral property which consisted of hundreds of acres of land in rural India. Ramdev was married when he was 23 years old to Prabhavati the daughter of another zamindaar family. His father decided his bride for him...