Rachel knew preparation. The smart girl glasses, she found on the cheap rack of reading glasses at the airport when she was coming back from her trip. At a single power of correction—not so strong to make her bump into the doorjamb, not so weak that she didn't have to look over the top of the frames to avoid what she thought looked like a squinting cross-ey...
"It was later that evening, Madame Bentley had come and gone and Passepartout was alone in Fogg's quarters. "Faith," muttered Passepartout, somewhat flurried, "I've seen people at Madame Tussaud's as lively as my new master!" Madame Tussaud's "people," let it be said, are of wax, and are much visited in London; speech is all that is wanting to make them h...
Counseling; Chapter 4, an erotic tale by AchtungNight. Celebs: Erika Christensen, Marisol Nichols. Codes: FF, toys, romance, violence. Standard disclaimer- This story is a satirical fantasy. It is fictional, even though its plot and characters are based on real events and people. All characters based on real people are fictionalized. All celebrities in...
Chapter 17 -- The Brat on a Bicycle Criminal # 98945 finally returned to her normal routine as August drew to a close. She continued to deliver Victor's packages and messages, greet customers at the music store, and deal with a backlog of issues affecting Eloisa's band. She continued to rehearse and sing. She divided what little free time she had between Se...
Writer's note: While based on real events, the sexual nature of this story is entirely fictional. Still, I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know if you do and I will continue the story with other members of the NUS' elected bodies. I've fancied her for ages. Her smile, her strength and the way she can make the butterflies dance in your stomach just by touc...
Part Seventeen And so the years passed with me spending more and more time at the club and less and less time with Eunice; although we did have our "special moments" together. The most eventful happening during this period was that I found myself attending Nicole's marriage at Westminster Cathedral. If anything, she was more beautiful than I remembered. I...
He was a Jesuit priest wannabe. Appropriately named Joseph. As catholic as they come. And so intense, serious, bookish, and with all the pent up sexual tension of a 21 year old who had always believed he would be celibate for life. I don't like to think I was either his downfall or his salvation, but perhaps I was at least his epiphany. We had been friends f...
Note: This story is true (names have been changed). I tried to reform... but it's no use. To paraphrase Mae West... Good girls may go to heaven, but bad girls go everywhere! Kenna stretched as she got off of the plane. First class or not, air travel was a pain in the ass. Kenna chuckled as she slowly began to regain feeling in that specific portion of her a...
Hidden in the depths of seeming nothingness in between the substantive universes of living realities dwelt an ancient force of Chaos. It had been since before the dawns of creation for the realities around it. It would look into the various realities and watch the pattern by which they unfolded… and like watching sitcoms over and over the force got bored of...
Note to Reader: This story centers on mother and daughter, the daughter name is Asya and the mother name is Funda. The story is told primarily after the First World War during the collapse of the Ottoman Empire and rise of the Turkish Republic. Both women are beautiful in their own right, Funda with her blonde hair and hazel eyes and Asya with her black hair...