To the east of Cloverdale, in a different small town mostly overlooked by history, a plaque marks the spot where the Church of the Holy Lady once stood. The history of who originally built the church had long been forgotten in favor of two contentious legends. The first, and likely the truer, told that a missionary group became separated from a larger settle...
The heavy steel door to James's room opened, waking him up, and a pair of high heels nimbly approached him. He heard something being set down on the countertop near to his bed. Then, the top half of the steel table he was bound to started to tilt upright as he heard a crank of some sorts being turned. James had no idea what was going on, as he had a black cl...
I twisted a strand of my long, neon red hair through my fingers as I waited for class to end. The curl bounced back into place as I released it. The professor droned on and on about economics and our upcoming final, but all I could think about was the minute hand ticking by slowly. I crossed my legs and tugged at my short red leather skirt, attempting to hid...
This is a continuous story. In order to understand it fully it is best to read it in it's entirety, starting with Chapter 1. Chapter 01 - The Experiment Josh felt a distant itching at the back of his head. Slowly he began to open his eyes and became aware of his surroundings. There was one person standing beside him who he recognized as Dr. Mark Edwards. J...
"Damn and shit. How did she do it? This wrapping paper's too thin." I realise far too late that I should have asked her. But how can you ask your lover how she made her paper knickers when your mouth is full of perfumed pussy? I urged myself to calm down and quiet down too or I'd wake him before I'd wrapped his present. The poor love had no idea; he's search...
All characters presented in the story are at least eighteen years old. I entered the classroom at twenty after four in the afternoon. It was twenty minutes after I was expected to report for detention, but at least five minutes before Mr. Edwards expected to see me. "Sarah Cuse—you amaze me," Mr. Edwards scoffed from his desk. "Somehow, you have managed to...
Lying in the arms of her beloved Bartleby, Soraya Suleiman felt safe at last. The young Arab woman thought about all the events that transpired this week, and shuddered. Hard to imagine so many terrible and wonderful things could happen in the span of one week. Why couldn't people look past race, culture and religion and see that at the end of the day, we we...
Chapter Six -- The Verdict * "You let them do that to you today in public. Those men, using their lawyer, dragged you through the gutter and exposed a past that few could understand," Celia's eyes were wet with tears. They had come home exhausted from the day in court and had taken off their suits and dropped onto Adele's big bed in their underwear sans h...
Eden turned the faucet knob, and the water from the showerhead came to an abrupt stop. The last splash drizzled down the creamy skin of her neck, gliding between ample breasts, and snaking down long taut legs to the drain where it gurgled away into the pipes below. The last of the sweat and cum lingering on her body went along with it. She sighed as large...
Negotiation Tactics His name is Viktor Kurienkov. Loving husband...devoted family man...prominent businessman. For the last two days he has been engaged in negotiations with UnitedFutures Incorporated concerning the acquisition of a small oil production plant that his company – Kurienkov Holdings – owned which had control of the primary distribution line t...