A brief note... In reading over the previous chapter I noticed that I had been remiss in failing to consider the lighting, or lack thereof, in Sylvie's bedroom - so I've gone back and added a couple small windows in the outer wall and, upon entering the room with Kara, Miri has/did/will have, through the time bending magic of retroactive editing, lit the can...
Chapter 1: The Golden Girl Every year as the first chill of Autumn began to bite into Summer's soft, ripe heat, the Duc de Charenton threw an immense fete for himself and those he favoured. The Duc had a reputation for eccentricity, even for cruelty, but only those who attended knew the extent of it. His invited guests witnessed all manner of extravagant di...
Hera grinned as she ran her hand through the viewing pool, distorting the images there. She’d show Zeus who was boss, the best way she knew how: underhanded manipulation. It’d been only too easy to convince Eros to enchant the poor woman. And to have her fuck a monster, well...Hera laughed out loud, disturbing the peacocks wandering around the white marble...
The Snow Queen was angry. Very angry. Livid. She was not used to being betrayed. Even worse was the fact that her two most trusted servants were at the heart of it. Something would have to be done with sweet Meadow Nymph and proud Wood Witch. Something serious. A year ago, both had begged Snow Queen for equestrian lessons. They cited personal development as...
Freshly showered and dressed for work, I was just finishing my last cup of coffee when the doorbell ran. It had to be someone selling something because everyone knows that I leave promptly at eight-thirty five. Prepared to drive the person away, I opened the door to find two uniformed policemen standing there looking quite serious. It was obvious that they w...
I had been grinding away at the divestiture document for nearly ten days. There had been numerous conference calls between the States and the UK and I was nearing completion but I still had a ways to go. I was wearing out but the work needed to be completed. My wife Sue was a bit upset with my lack of attention on her. Since it was a Saturday and I continue...
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Suddenly Samuel was standing next to her, her blouse and skirt and undergarments in his hand. Seona remember her state, and grabbed the clothes off him, trying to cover her nakedness. It was too late, of course. Samuel had seen everything his big sister had to offer, and more importantly, had seen the flaming red of her bottom. 'What's going on?' questioned...
My wife Janet and I, Paul, have been into swinging for about 5 years now. I guess you could say we "fell into it" with another couple. We never swing with more than one couple at a time and never apart. Separate dates were never our thing. The couple that we were with before the one's we are with now, piqued our interest concerning swinging with a black co...
"By the end of the school year, you'll be deep in the know about 'all things Alden'," said Anne, chuckling at the end of the sentence. "This college has a heart, a soul, and maybe a few things haunted." I had not heard Anne laugh out loud when I came to Alden College for the first time to interview for my new job. Her laugh struck me as part naughty, part wi...