Tacitus Salutem The background for this story is the Batavian Revolt in the year 69, as mentioned by Tacitus. It was rumored that the Batavian leader, Claudius Civilis had a personal reason as well as the anger of his people to stand up to the Romans. A7inchPhildo helped with the Latin and HawaiiBill took care of the editing. Noviomagus, Dies Mercurii xv M...
It had been three long and lonely months in lockdown. The fear had changed. After weeks of pining to be back to normality, back to how life was before, somehow normal seemed so scary. She giggled wondering whether her social skills had completely left her, not knowing how exactly she would react when seeing her colleagues, her friends, him. It will be fin...
Anteros woke in Lien's bed. He rarely slept in a bed. When he did he slept alone. Usually a mat on the floor was all it took to allow him to sleep comfortably. He'd slept soundly and only woke now because of Lien's intimate touch. He woke with an erection as he almost always did. The difference this morning was that Lien's hand was grasping it. "Good mornin...
Nothing gave Seneca a sense of 'home' more than working with Kennedy and her rescue dogs on Sundays. This Sunday they were washing a particularly wily, newly acquired greyhound named Freya. "Seneca, hand me that wire brush, would you?" Kennedy asked without looking away, her old red and grey flannel shirt soaked from holding the skittish dog. Freya had oth...
WORD COUNT: 7,700 Please enjoy my story. I enjoy comments of both praise (if you liked it) and constructive criticism (if you didn't.) Let me know what worked and what I can do better. Please be entertained! Eric Hensley sat at a table at Starbucks and observed the people around him. Steam curled up from his coffee. He hazarded a sip and scorched his mouth...
My name is Charles Benedict. A tall young black man from the Windy City. I'm currently hanging out with my buddies Davis Samson and Clyde Blacker, two tall and fit-looking black studs from the same hood. All of us are collegiate athletes currently on vacation. We play Basketball for Magister Institute of Technology, a private four-year college that is divide...
I slobber on the thick, veiny cock in front of me. I slurp away like it's an ice-pop on the hottest day of summer. I'm dressed in a red plaid skirt, a white shirt with a matching plaid badge that reads 'head girl', the neckline just low enough to reveal my leopard print bra. The skirt is riding high enough to reveal the matching thong and floral patterned...
The clock struck 5, as she rose from her desk to get her coat. Glancing briefly at her co-workers also getting their things together to go home for the evening, she speculates who Mr. Nightingale would summon to his office to warm her bottom. Damn, her cheeks are tender as she walks, she can't wait till she can see her bottom in the mirror to see for herself...
Thanks for your patience. This is another long chapter. I hope you enjoy it. ***** 1 Yumi Takahashi The first piece of technology to fail on Samothea was a rotivator that Yumi Takahashi repaired. Yumi could get none of the large old farming equipment to work, though Michio Nakatani sent her many replacement parts. She worked on a mechanical plough, a tra...
This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person or organization are unintended and entirely coincidental. There is no sex in this story. My aspiration is to set the stage for later installments that will be more exciting. ***** I had started my job as an associate at a large law firm in town in 2003. Although I had gotten outstanding r...