Olga Hemming listlessly entered through the servant's entrance of the next mansion, her third today. Just to make ends meet, she had to add this one to her list of places where she was hired as an assistant cleaner. The rather snooty butler showed her where the cleaning supplies were, and the head housekeeper took her in tow, showing her what needed to be do...
Eleanor speared a piece of ravioli on her fork as she listened to her friend chatter away. The restaurant was busy, but not busy enough to drown out the mindless rambling of her best friend. Eleanor was happy for Theresa, she really was. The glint of Theresa's engagement ring caught Eleanor's eye often, and she smiled along to Theresa talking about her wed...
Prologue: This is the story of Divya, a typical Indian woman whose life changed rapidly and in unimaginable ways within a couple of years. Let me start at the beginning. Divya was born in a small town in Madhya Pradesh in a conservative middle class household. From childhood, Divya was recognized as very good looking. She was fair-skinned, had thick straig...
Author's note: As requested, here is a cast of the characters of the story, at least through the soiree at Indian House. I don't perceive any additional characters (at least not any significant ones) being added afterwards. Also, even though the father of the character Deedra Helmholtz was a very real mathematician, to the best of my knowledge, he never had...
“Augh… another long day at the office…” Shuichi Saihara sighed to himself as he leaned back in his office chair. His black suit, short black hair, and blue tie reflected off the dark computer as it powered down and he began to gather his things into his leather bag to go home. His silver eyes were tired and withdrawn from staring at a computer screen all day...
A luxury apartment on the banks of river Yamuna. When his parents talked about a gift as he was readying for college, he didn't expect them to go all out and buy him an apartment. Sanjay, being the only son was pampered enough by his parents already that he never felt short of anything. Like most Punjabi (a state in Northwest India) boys, Sanjay was fair....
The whole room smelt of sugar. Every surface was sticky, the floor covered in a thick coating of granulated crystals. Bella was trying to keep clean, her Lolita Bunny Rabbit Maid Dress had cost a small fortune and no way was she going to ruin it the first day of wearing. Bad enough that the soles of her Harajuku high ankle strap shoes were getting covered in...
They say a week is a long time in politics. Well, that may be but a week with Pamela chasing other women can seem a lifetime! It's Thursday, the day we had considered stopping off at Crumpets Café in Fucton to seek out Charlotte Ellis, the slim, blonde manageress. Read on, dear reader, and see if it was worth it ... Thank you again for your scoring -- it gi...
I hate my fucking job. Fucking airports! Damn I hate them, too! Can't smoke on the airplane, sit on the damn tarmac for hours, always late everywhere, lose the fucking bags, no end to it. Surly fucking counter people with the standard answer of "There is nothing I can do." drive me nuts. Then stand in line while some ugly fucker sticks a wand up my ass be...
The following story is a collaboration between lovin69 and domsheena. This is based on chat and play that has taken place between us. If you like it, we'll continue into uncharted water for lovin. * I was sitting in a sidewalk cafe in a little town on Spain's Costa Blanca enjoying a cafe americano when I first saw her. She was peeking at me from behind a m...