Amanda said it would be difficult. She was wrong. The modern world isn't like the one she was born into in 1740. In the 21st century the people living next door usually can't describe their neighbours, let alone tell you their names. No. I wasn't rich. Not in the beginning, but that wasn't a problem. Amanda took care of our sleeping arrangements and she wa...
Author's Note: The following chapter in this story is entirely the product of this author's imagination. The views of the characters do not necessarily represent the views of the author or any other person. Be warned that sensitive readers will find some scenes extremely offensive. * The beginning of the end for Peter Marquis started in the home of Fidelis...
I realized as I slammed the door that that if she was really a ghost that wasn’t going to slow her down a lot. “Damn!” I swore as she came through it. I turned and began hoofing it down the corridor. I really wasn’t sure what I could do but keeping away from her seemed like a good idea. Let me tell you how it all started. I was going to school at I.T.T....
I do hope that you enjoy this story, I am new at this but have had many thoughts rolling around in my head. Please feel free to comment on it, I would love the criticism good or bad! ___________________________ My name is Candy, I just turned 21 and I have a Master. I never knew anything about dominants and submissives until the year I turned 18. My story...
Chapter 14 Tilly stood at the door in a long coat, the wind had been whipping ferociously and she was glad to have the protection even if her face was a bright crimson. Whether Deb remembered her being part of the, shall they say initiation, Tilly had had second and third thoughts since. One thing she had been hoping since Saturday was that the drugs they h...
Sammy was looking forward to the holiday because there will be none at home. He was a paying guest and this was his day. He had kept everything ready and as soon as every one left he dashed down to the kitchen and sneaked into the servants room. He found the nightie there and stared longingly at it. It was a Friday and he knew that she had used it for 4 days...
Everything was perfect. The laundry was all dried, folded and put in the proper drawers. Floors were mopped and waxed. Dinner was in the oven. Windows were sparkling to a gleam. Perfect. Here hair was perfect. A little bob of sweet chestnut brown, delicate bangs to lightly hang in precision over her brow that shaded her bright blue eyes. Her dress was per...
(If this story ends up in the Romance category, it would be a guy's concept of romance, so ladies, just bare with me here - I'm doing the best I can.) * I hate Christmas. Is that so wrong? I hate the stupid music, and the greedy children, and the traffic jams that begin on Black Friday and extend through New Years. And Christmas trees? What is that all abo...
Janet had finished hoovering her flat and was just ambling through her day in her mind. After she had retired a couple of years ago she had taken up planting her window box, she was still quite the novice but it was really coming along quite nicely. Her flat was south facing so she got the sun in the mornings mainly and as it was now mid morning she decide...
"One day," she said, "a long time ago, this happened." We were sitting on the balcony of her flat, watching the traffic on the road. It was a warm day, and the breeze off the river made the balcony the most comfortable place in the apartment. We had nowhere to go and nothing to do till evening, and there was nothing to watch on TV, so we sat there and she t...