© Copyright 2007 Chapter 11 Fall from Grace "Buenos dias, Señora Warner," Juana chanted, "Chu are a-wake airlee dees morning." She placed a coffee cup and saucer on the table where Gloria always sat and poured it full of the magic black elixir. She resumed humming her song and hurried to the refrigerator to get the cream; the sugar was already on the table...
We arrived home and Annie greeted us warmly, then stepped back to get a good look at me from head to toe, having me turn to see the full look. Satisfied with what she saw, I was told to bring in my clothes, put them away and then pick something pretty to wear as dinner would be ready shortly. Miss Maddy and Annie headed into the main house and I went about m...
Hello everyone, and thanks for the kind word regarding my last two works, what follows is a work of fiction and fact, I will leave it up to the mind of the reader to determine where reality stops and fiction begins. However I assure you that the character are real, the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent….. My name is Alex, and my curvace...
Ron Melor wanted to scream. He'd spent the last eight hours rolling around his lonely bed, tossing and turning in a way Maddy's presence should have made impossible. He was unable to either shut the thoughts of the last few days out of his head or to refine them to the point of isolation. Instead, a constant swirl of images and words flew around his conscio...
Chapter 1 Maddy and Bolt Jones own and operate a recovery 'Health Farm' on a semi-remoted place amid grassland farming and forests on the Banks Peninsular, 90 miles drive from Christchurch, the largest city in the South Island of New Zealand. The peninsular is a rugged but nevertheless charming area, surrounded by marvellous ocean vistas and peppered with...
Her baby couldn't breathe. She kept repeating the sentence in her head over and over, emphasizing different words each time. Under normal circumstances it would have felt as if she were torturing herself with the thought. But she felt so detached from reality in that moment, the words hardly affected her. Kat just kept her eyes focused on the road quickly z...
My name is Charles Porterhouse. I was born in Rochester, Kent, in 1834 and I am now 28 years of age. I am five feet eleven inches tall, with sandy curled hair, stocky but not fat, and generally considered moderately attractive to the fairer sex. I was a lawyer, a junior partner in the prestigious practice of Noble, Shields & Winfield. Due to a combination of...
I had thought Maddy and I were your standard all American couple. Two great careers, two kids, two cars but now we lead two different lifestyles. One lifestyle for our normal friends and relatives and another for ourselves. I am an electronics field engineer and I travel a lot. Maddy is a high school guidance consular who sometimes works late hours. We are t...
An autocratic and abusive office manager, known by all who work under her as "The Mad Bitch," is retrained during a weekend "Wilderness Bonding Experience" and turned into a submissive slave, lily. Slave lily is a natural-born pain-slut, so this story- eventually- gets to a lot of pain and humiliation. If that isn't your preferred genre, you might want to s...
When my new intern showed up at work, she looked so innocent. A petite, tight body, with small breasts and a pair of jeans that looked painted on. Her dirty blonde hair drawn back into a ponytail and the fact that she still had braces completed the look of innocence. It wasn't long before my assumption about her was dispelled. Maddy was her name. At first,...