CAUTION: This is the second part of the story of Strider, the new ponygirl. In order to better understand what she is doing and what she is experiencing for the first time in her young life, please read "Strider Gets Her Tail" in the Exhibitionist and Voyeur category. * On the way back to the college dorm on Saturday evening, the four friends talked happil...
Ursule walked slowly down the wall of a valley in the mountains of Wrake. All around her, the ground was a lush green and growing color. New buds on the small trees, fresh foliage on the larger ones that sprouted up out of the side of the hills. The land was beautiful and wealthy. Night was coming quickly on, she knew. The sky was shifting, the moon rising u...
Minuette hid behind a building and gasped. The heat went to her face, when she realized the truth. She'd wanted Grogek to look, to see her in all her glory... and he was the one person not bothering to even look. She covered her face and sat on the ground. Grogek swore gloriously. Not only had that little dumbshit caused a yard wide stop, but some of the m...
Town pervert has his day in court, so to speak. It was a small town in western Massachusetts where life was slower than it was in Boston, the capitol. Yet, founded in 1665, thirty-five years after Boston, this town still clung to the puritanical roots, morals, and standards that Boston once had. They did not like sexual perversions and sexual deviates or sm...
A friend of mine once told me that if I want to be a writer, I should write every day. By "friend," I could be referring to a fellow writer I met online like Max or Shepard, both of whom I have not heard from in quite some time. Or I could mean somebody I have met in person and have gotten to know better. One such case is my friend Ben. He once told me that...
I used to live in a small rural town, a community large enough to have a mayor, but small enough that he didn't have to quit his day job. And while I was there I began helping out with the annual Christmas parade. At first I was just a general gopher, doing odd jobs and making sure people and floats were where they ought to be, but as I continued to help out...
As always, feedback is appreciated. :) ____________________ The next day, Mellie slept in until noon. She woke feeling refreshed, but somewhat anxious about missing school. She had spoken with Danielle and Christine the night before, and they had promised to get all the makeup work she needed and bring it over tonight. Mellie ate breakfast and took some o...
Chapter 9 - The Tri-Alpha 10-K run The following Sunday evening there was a general meeting in the cafeteria for all Huntington Hall residents and staff. As the freshmen crowded into the cafeteria, Cecilia and the dorm director stood together, while Jason, Ken, Mike, and Lisa stood off to one side nervously awaiting what was about to happen. They were to be...
My story begins my senior year in high school the year 1979. I was beginning my fourth year with the school band rhythm section, now mostly referred to as the stage band. Being a guitar and bass player I didn't have to endure marching, but would help with set up and take down for the rest of the band. As I said I didn't have to march or deal with the "band u...
Your man: Isn't he great? He swept you off your feet, looks after you, is always there for you when you need him, always keen to help around the house. He buys you flowers and jewellery all the time, and takes you off on romantic weekends to far away exotic sun kissed destinations. He tells you how beautiful you are, and how much you mean to him. He neve...