May 18, 2010 Dear Diary, Today was such an exciting day. It even had drama, and I learned a lot about traditions in a faraway land. It all began when I wore my 'lucky dress.' It's my powder blue mini dress with cap sleeves and a low scoop-neck design. Anyway, I always take a shortcut through Patriot Park on my way to work at Staples. There's a park bench j...
Sabrina Spellman stood on the porch outside her student house. She had just come back from her first date with Josh and he was now walking her to her door. Her hair had returned to her natural dark red, and she was wearing a white shirt that left her mid-rift bare, and her maroon mini-skirt with black stockings and black high heels. It was a warm night, so s...
This is the first of a series of short stories about Lord Fletcheour and his realm of Vicmarian that existed almost a thousand years ago in the extreme northern part of what is today Great Britain. Early in the eleventh century the world was very much a different place. Lord Fletcheour was Lord of the manor and had acquitted his title and grant to his land...
Fiona Brown slipped a finger through the slick wetness of her cunt, as her masked pet was choked back on the leash as he masturbated on his knees. She stood in regal triumph in the comfort of her room at the Palace, the East End publication presented to her by the astute women slavers, open at the picture which confirmed the extent of her dominance so graphi...
My name is Thomas, and I am the son of a slave-owner. We're a well to do family, owning 175 acres of land in Virginia, and we live in a three-story house. I am 21 years old, and my parents are arranging for me to marry one of my Father's friends daughter, who is a snotty, arrogant rich girl named Caroline with blonde hair always kept in tight curls. I never...
** Naveena ** Nuvesh, Dev and Rajik sat together in the company cafeteria eating lunch. Their conversation was the usual banter of work, play and love. They usually bragged of feminine conquests, although the talk was braggadocios at best. The trio of killer app rock stars were cloistered here 24/7 in Naveena's protected high tech campus, where they often w...
Hi Hilda; I was just so thrilled when I ran into Floyd Bowser at the High School reunion last month and he passed your address along to me. Goodness gracious me. It seems an eternity since I left the warm, loving embrace of our little town in the mid-west to make my fortune in the promised land of New York. So many interesting things happened to me in the d...
INTRODUCTION Walsh and Toss Haar were average parents of lively teenagers. They were late paying bills, hated having their dentist extract money from them so effortlessly, had countless affairs, bickered daily and wanted the best for their kids who were expected to perform right up there. Just where was never defined. Roughly like average people, Walsh ow...
Chapter 6: Peter's story Peter Neilson was tending to his garden. Now the very long days had arrived he enjoyed putting in a couple of hours hard work during the early morning, when the air was still crisp and cool, before he was due at school for the morning staff meeting. The storm the previous day had battered some of his plants, and Peter was busy re-st...
April 28, 2007 Dear Diary, I don't know why everyone says riding a bicycle is so easy, because it isn't. Maybe I'm just not the athletic type. Anyway, today I finally bought a new 10-speed bike and tried it out in Bradford Park near my apartment. It was such a nice warm day, so welcome after our long cold New England winter. I wore my dark green knit swea...