Saints Cross Academy is the premiere college preparatory boarding school for the residents of Saint Miller's Crossing for ages (18-20). This schools primary focus is to preparer the newly of age for the rigors of young adulthood. Located a few miles out of Saint Miller's Crossing adjacent to the Federally protected forest lands in the west of town atop of Cr...
It seems as though there has been a lot of chatter in the Loving Wives comments section recently regarding the rarity of swinging and open marriages, and the doomed outcomes of those arrangements. The majority opinion of those who have commented seems to be that open marriages and swinging are not very common, and that couples who engage in such "alternative...
```````````````````````````````````````````````` "Truth, like beauty, survives and thrives in the light of day. Lies live in the darkness, moldering and corrupting all they touch." - A Fool's Book of Wisdom ```````````````````````````````````````````````` Chapter One -- Truth Cliché though it may be, it was a dark and stormy night that Erik ran away fr...
A week and a half had passed since Kristanna had arrived at the Camp of Blessing. Talking to the other girls and the nuns she came to find out that this place was a private initiative, funded and ran by the local church her parents were a part of. She could also familiarize herself with the routine of the place, and it was a big part of it, the routine was e...
This was a day in which Lisa was truly privileged. It wasn't often she was permitted, let alone invited, to watch television with her mistress, but on this day Madam Colette granted Lisa the privilege of kneeling in front of the screen—naked as always, except for her slave-collar, as clothes were such an unnecessary luxury—while her mistress searched for the...
**It takes a while, because it sort of a MF love story, but one with a big twist. And it follows the contours of a very much true story** * The academic job market is tough, especially for an English major. The problem is that one becomes invested, you catch the learning bug. Luke caught that bug early. Coming from a small town like Robins, Iowa, there was...
I had recently graduated with a degree in Anthropology from a state university. It was a PhD. I'd majored in geography as an undergraduate. Then I moved on to another college for my MA in anthropology. And finally I finished my PhD at another state university. Actually, departments liked it when you'd studied at more than one institution. For some reason,...
It was my first year at teaching at Hairrow. It was an all boys institution and I was getting a little tired of the job. Frankly speaking there wasn't enough sex. Most of the students were into studies or games and the evenings were lonely. The guy I was seeing was hardly making any attempt to fuck me and I stopped him from coming to my digs near the school...
Jefferson was in a quandary. He lived in a very corrupt city with a very corrupt court system and he desperately wanted to get back to law school so he could have his law license, have his degree, and make an ass out of all those who had mistreated him, doubted him, conspired against him to deny him his rights, conspired against him to take away his future....
Chapter 01: Taste of Iron The charge against me was so vague that at first I couldn't deny it. I was told by the head of the household that the other servants had raised concerns about my conduct. They were not mistaken, in one sense. I had been sneaking out to do something --it was to read, to write, or at least to try, despite my lack of education. I want...