I was on holiday at the time, just cruising around the country in this big old motor-home, going where I wanted, stopping when I wanted. At the time of the incident I was temporarily parked next to a large park in the centre of this country town. It was a reasonably sized town and I'd stopped to get some lunch. After lunch I went for a stroll through the par...
"I just don't think it's a good idea, Andrea. I remember how it was, right before he left us that night, furious over your infidelity. He was boiling with rage. He could well have crashed specifically because of that. In any case, there's a terrible aura in this house. For once, listen to me- I am a Wiccan, you know! Don't hold that seance tonight!" Andrea...
Stephanos, resplendent in unrelieved black except for his blood red silk cravat gazed pityingly down at the young girl bowed over the fresh gravesite. Her bitter and copious tears only served to feed his growing hunger. His violet eyes glowed in the gathering gloom as he searched for the right emphasis on which to continue his pursuit. Having grown bored wit...
"Oh, how ironically, fucking appropriate. I'm in Hell for sins of the flesh, and with my flesh I must record my sins. Delicious." ~snick of a knife to get blood for ink~ To begin with, introductions are in order. I am Viscount Reynold Alexander Volta Chanticleer, called "The Bastard" by most. And the very first thing you need to know about me is, most of...
simple tricks - part 1 short stories, simple tricks June 18 2007 @ 2143 Crack! Her beautiful naked body gives a jerk at the blow from the whip. It adds one more red mark to the dozens that criss cross her sweaty perfect form. There is an almost artistry to their pattern, for the hand wielding the whip has had centuries to master the art. Though the canva...
We've been on this bed together, fully clothed, for what seems like hours now. The intensity and passion of our kisses has grown to near-frenzied groping; I can feel the damp heat of you through your pants, and there is no question you know exactly how hard you've made me. You turn me on so. It has taken every bit of self-restraint I possess to keep me from...
Note: This is story is an extension of Shiprat's story Indian Social Worker and The Bully. Shiprat left his story open ended. The part which disturbed me most was plight of Shikha. I think Shikha indeed behaved like a wayward person but she was manipulated to do so and I firmly believe she deserves a second chance for redemption. I request everybody initia...
Thank you all for sticking with the story all the way to the end. I hope you all enjoyed the story and found it a pleasure to read. I wanted to write this afterward to talk about my experience writing the story, what I was trying to do, what I learned, and to invite comments and criticisms from all the readers here. I actually wrote this story over five mon...
CHAPTER 4 In which Amy and Lucy visit Oakleigh Hall and further secrets concerning Miss Burnley are revelaed Lucy and I had no more opportunities to spy upon our guardian and our governess before the day came when we were to depart for Okeleigh Hall. Lady Okeleigh's well appointed traveling coach pulled up outside the house. Lady Okeleigh, Lucy, Miss Burnl...
Tuesday morning we got up early and, despite the fact that Nancy was a little sore from the fucking she'd gotten from Adrian the night before, we went for a jog. After showering together and a lot of mutual fondling, we had a light breakfast, talked a little bit about what we expected to happen the next night, and left the house for our jobs. She called me...