"Are you sure you want to go up there?" asked the driver. Fear and superstitious dread colored his words. Anne ignored him. She watched fat raindrops splatter the windshield. The driver had asked the same question three times since picking her up at the station. She knew the fear in his voice was for his own safety not hers. The villagers feared Castle Fran...
Violet Preston scoffed at the timid and slightly younger male's impromptu advances toward her, guarded though they were, but his impertinence excited her in a strange way; his gestures feigned a certain obedience toward her femininity, before he blushed and cut the spur of the moment conversation short, bringing a welcome but unsatisfied tingling to her cunt...
As the first month draws to a close I realize that I have not heard a thing from my brother. I half expected him to come to my rescue when he realized that I had not come home that first night. I guess I was hoping against hope. For the most part I cannot complain about my treatment here. William has been courtesy itself towards me. Since that first night he...
Sadie Johnstone refers to herself as a rich old spinster. At fifty-nine, some people probably do consider her old, but she is a lovely woman. She never regrets not marrying. She loves the freedom it has given her to have a lover when she wants one and to do what she pleases at other times. She strolls across the large expanse of her estate. The sun shines b...
"Oh, the heat outdoors is sweltering," Carol said as she entered Janet's home. "Well, enter my air-conditioned home and enjoy," Janet replied. Six months ago, twenty-four-year-old Janet had married Bob Anderson. As a wedding gift, Bob's well-to-do-father gave the young couple the down payment on a lavish eight room home with two full baths and a five-room...
This story is fifty years old. Places, characters, values and cultures try to reflect that period. This is basically a love story that turns erotic. The pace and the buildup are necessarily slow sometimes, in tune with that period. If you like a touch of innocence, the slow build up and the explosive erotic love between two novices, then, read on.! Sekhar's...
Prologue. When you think back on your life, you always focus on the aspects of your life that you wish you could change. Never on the things that you did right. Well, I did exactly that when I died. I played the 'What if...' game over and over again. My name is Krista, and like most people I never thought about dying, until it was too late. I'm an avid rea...
Chapter 12: The Liberation of Nancy Steeple MISS STEEPLE "Describe curvilinear motion," I said. "Uh..." was the girl's darling response. I shook my head. It was Tuesday evening, and although I had allowed Debbie time to relax after school, and had given her a nutritious and energizing snack, she still had trouble focusing on her lessons. I raised my rule...
Thank you loyal followers and welcome new readers. If you like what you read please VOTE and COMMENT. I love to know the stories are appreciated. All characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jocelyn Handcock was a dreadful, prudish old woman. In her twenties and thirties, when ev...
Thanks to the work of far too many superheroes and heroines, crime in Omen City had all but been stopped -- petty crime was long extinct, and all that remained were the superpowered criminals that considered themselves be matches for all of the city's goldbrick do-gooders. They rarely succeeded, and in the cases which they did, another hero would step in bef...