Life was going pretty well for Agnessa. She had come to the United States 5 years ago from Ukraine and had successfully gotten her green card. After working at her uncle's custodial company, she was able to get a cushy job as a live-in housekeeper for a wealthy family in Delaware. Mr. Richards was the owner of a property investment company, and lived in a l...
The information I used in these chapters was gathered from my sisters and I talking over the years with our parents and my father's siblings. My oldest sister Kelly, who is three years older than me, was only seven when Grandad died. Kim, my other sister, was five and he died on my fourth birthday. Aunt Terri has given us a lot of information. Being a beau...
Beth Atkins ran her hands over the leather of her new desk chair as she swiveled it. No longer was she in a cubicle but now in a private office with translucent walls that went from floor to ceiling. This was the office that her former boss Carl Snodgrass had occupied until he had degraded and ravished one too many underlings. Namely, herself. This time Per...
Author's note: Some parts of this Lovecraftian tale will contain dark elements and non-consent. I'm eager for feedback, so please leave a comment. ***** Abigail's mind and body gradually settled into a new rhythm as she drifted through the Fall semester at Miskatonic University. The foliage around campus was peaking later than usual, and the crisp, clear w...
My name is Charlotte. I'm 21 years old. I have coppery Red Hair. I'm short. I'm talking 4'6. Legally a midget. I have sea green colored eyes. I have freckles mostly on my arms. My face too. But it's hard to see under my makeup. I am usually wearing a sundress when I'm not working. At work, I'm always wearing working jeans and a good blouse to cover myself up...
Smiling, Domina Katarina set aside her laptop computer. She had just finished reading her e-mail. The last e-mail she read had confirmed the time of a party later on that day, to which she had been invited. A party! Such fun! Now, what would she wear tonight? She had to give it some thought... She looked down. On 'her' knees before her was her maid "Josephi...
This is a rough draft and I appreciate any constructive criticism. I wanted to establish an alternate universe and capture the spirit of horses in the characters. Please be gentle and patient with me, I'm no professional! ***** The Female Centaur Academy was an elite preparatory academy for all clans and tribes to converge. Now, this particular academy w...
Thank you for reading my stories, and I am sorry if the wait between chapters is longer than you would like. I am doing my best, and promise to keep writing them as long as the response to them is positive. As always, rating and commenting on the stories are greatly appreciated, and if you would like to make suggestions as to possible scenarios you would lik...
(All characters participating in sexual activity are age 18 or over.) This chapter is a repost, it has been edited and has undergone very minor rewrites for style and flow. Nothing in the story has been changed. ***** "Pull the lead out of your ass Surbrina!" Miss Angeli barked, blowing her whistle. "You're a Nazi, coach!" Surbrina whined as she moved th...
Dirty Mr. Styles A Short Erotica Tale By Stacey Taylor Often Writing As Nikki Bastion Literotica Edition Dirty Mr. Styles © 2011 Stacey Taylor All Rights Reserved .One. 'Morgan Humphrey Styles, Attorney At Law' read the newly stenciled sign on the glass door. Though he was quickly nearing the age of retirement, Morgan Styles had no intentions of giving...