Now, gentle reader, you will have been wondering what our pair of scholars will be asked to learn? Ironic isn't it that our two anthropologists—people who are to teach the rest of us about the cultures of the world—are themselves made to be students. As the field notes indicate, both Professor Winderly and doctoral candidate Doume' were directed by King Mo...
Vendric's eyes flitted across the room like a fly. His gaze would settle on something, a face, a platter, some curious dish he'd never seen before, and then it would zip away to the next sight to be seen. And there were so many. He'd do his best to recall the details thereof later; he didn't dare risk bringing his notes with him in person, after all. Finding...
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of t...
The stars must have been just right, or I managed to figure out just the right way to hold my tongue, for I've had almost a week to do nothing but write stories! Thanks go to my partner for listening and laughing and letting me know when things work. He also said 'about time!' for part of the story. I hope you enjoy it. * "Who was on the phone?" Patrick as...
Chapter 13 "Damn it! This bitch is totally tapped out!" Bleary-eyed and with her head swirling from far too much drink, Euphrosyne woke up and leaned forward on her elbows as she was awoken by the cry. Slowly glancing over at Amphrite desperately stroking the brown branch of the withered cactus she yawned deeply as she tried to shake the fog out of her he...
Chapter Seven In which Isabella learns some more history and makes new friends For the first time in her life, Isabella awoke with a man's arms around her and a hard cock between the mounds of her ass. She was in heaven. Thomas's regular deep breathing told her he was still sleeping, but his cock was engorged and pulsing slowly and he occasionally moved hi...
A fine day, thick and hot making Miriam Hancock's face dewy with sweat. She gazed at the house. Was this the place? She checked the card in her hand. No mistake. It was an unimposing Edwardian terrace house in a street of equally unimposing houses, narrow fronted, three stories high, the windows heavily draped. She went up a set of steps to a porticoed door...
When not on duty on a Sunday Margaret Pardoe sometimes found herself at a loose end, and that particular Sunday she'd used up what enthusiasm she had for her embroidery project in the morning and had to settle for a stroll in the garden after lunch. Emma was on duty, but that didn't prevent Margaret from being watchful of the school rules or for taking reme...
I had come from a low-income rural family and had studied hard in high school to earn grades good enough to get a scholarship to go to the best university in my state. The first year was boring enough, having to take all those core units was a drag. I was waiting to get into the zoology and history classes, which were part of my double major. But it was in i...
I was awake half an hour before dawn, and went out onto the balcony to sit and think and watch the shadows of the ridge behind the hotel retreat off the bay and up the beach. It was very peaceful. Nobody was congregating on the lawn this morning. No voices were coming from the adjacent deck. Rain had chased away the songbirds but had since dispersed. The sil...