I was totally pissed off! 'To hell with them,' I thought. I'd been doing a good job with the Marshal's service but if this is the way that they wanted to treat me, my people, and my work, then they could take that star and stick it where the sun don't shine! I stomped out. Tying my horse to the back of the medical wagon I told my wives climb on, as I'd...
Lydia was presently jobless : the cotton-picking season had ended but she didn't complain : she had been well paid for her job as hostess at the stand of Sir Nigam's company. There had been just a minor problem with the cashier : he had paid just the half of what she had been promised by Sir Nigam and when she had protested, the man had threatened her of pro...
2012 Mia got out of the taxi. The email told her Unit4 Merchantile Avenue which cut through a trading estate outside Heathrow airport. It looked like a nondescript modern industrial unit landscaped with young saplings and low maintenance shrubbery. It was mid morning and the pale autumnal sun struggled to burn through the thick stubborn clouds. Mia was dress...
"Heathens, every one of them. Godless heathens!" The governess hissed in protestant fury as their palanquin was born behind the Regiment of Foot in solid British scarlet. The harsh and heavy wool and brass seemed out of place in the opulent heat of Madhya Presh, even as the heavy boots and heavier guns dragged behind the column trampled the traditional freed...
This story, is in no way intended to offend any American Indian Culture. The characters, and the story, are strictly fiction. All rights are reserved. My hopes are that you enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please vote. I'm Jonathon, twenty years old, six feet tall, a hundred, and eighty pounds, and my hair, and beard are prematurely grey...
My thanks go out to my volunteer editor "Wires" for his assistance with this story. His efforts in editing have been immensely helpful. As always all errors remain mine. Roger recognized one great truth. His men were now well fed and safe but they were unhappy. They wanted, they needed women. Three of the women who accompanied Roger into the wilderness c...
Lalita Deshpande was standing below shower as water poured over her naked body. She made sure that all her body was wet with water before turning off the water tap. Her hair was completely soaked and was spread across her back. She picked up the soap and started soaping her body. As she touched her breasts while soaping them, suddenly a strange feeling passe...
By Likegoodwinecopyrighted February 2011 Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. Thanks to grogers for his very, very patient editing Friends and family used to call me "The elephant". Am I that big? Not at all! I'm average height and weight at 5'10" and 172 lbs. No, I was called "The elephant" because I have the u...
My name is Madhav. I live in the USA with my wife Veena. Last night Veena came across a story "My First Lesbian Encounter" on White Shadow stories web site. The story was very exciting and we both liked it very much. Veena and I also write stories about our sex experiences and exchange them with our close friends. We would also like to exchange our stories w...
Author's note: I have spent the past several months writing a story about true love, marriage, life, death, art, history, and the meaning of life. This isn't that story. This is just a fun little flash story that I wrote on a whim. Consider this to be an appetizer before the True Legends of Loving Wives (plus one) serve the main courses on St. Patty's Day....