The life of a black man living in the United States of America is never easy. Trust me, I know. It's one of a few things I can truly speak of with experience. However, it can be done. No need for bitterness when faith, courage and intelligence can get us through most of life's tribulations. Let no one tell you otherwise. My name is Jackson Saint Michel and t...
There were only a few things Lorelei found more annoying than group assignments. She was at the top of her class at the imperial academy of magic and every time the other members of the team would share the credit for the perfect work she did. It was especially annoying when her team was a section of mortal races. As an immortal elf, she had an affinity and...
Autumn glared at her nails, studiously refusing to look at her parents. The black nail polish she had applied had almost dried, but there was a spot on one of them that looked off. She blew on them and fanned out her fingers in the hopes they would dry faster. "You should be excited to be given this chance," said her father in his grumbling monotone. "Your...
Chapter 1 Starfleet Academy "Cadet Nielsen? " Great, that was just what I needed. I stopped dead in my tracks, and answered. "Yes, Cadet T'Vani? " She'd been not only in my class, ever since we both started studying at Starfleet Academy not two months earlier, but in my thoughts, too. She was a cool and icy woman--as all Vulcan women are--and so I had n...
"I am not too late," Yennefer exhaled sharply as she saw Geralt alive, a wave of relief flooding through her body and untangling the knot of worry in her chest. He was squirming uncomfortably inside a giant cauldron, his hands tied behind his back, but he was very much alive, thank the Gods. Always getting into tight spots like this one. What would she do...
Hello, there. My name is Jennifer Adolf. Just your average, everyday, six-foot-tall, lean and fit, blonde-haired and green-eyed Teutonic goddess. I'm a professional athlete living in the city of Boston. My parents really got pissed when I walked away from a scholarship to Northeastern University to become a professional boxer. I'd rather be a boxer than play...
All characters in this story, sexually involved or not, are 18 years of age and older. ***** "Sorry I'm late," nineteen year-old Hazel Radley apologized as she entered the classroom and walked briskly to her seat. "Welcome Ms Radley," Professor Norgrove replied to her greeting. Normally he would give her a cold shoulder but since she was only five minute...
Part 16: Crystal becomes a house slave Crystal's sixth morning as a training slave found Devon at his desk as the phone rang. Answering it, he found Dominique on the line. "Good morning Dominique." "Devon, two things this morning. Are you planning on heading to town soon? The people would like to see the grand trainer himself." "I do plan on doing that, t...
"Ooooooooooooh, please Sir, my poor sore bottom, it hurts so!" wailed the Lady Christina, slumped spreadeagled over her husband's desk. "Be quiet you little slut, count yourself lucky I haven't taken the whip to you." snarled back Lord Kenneth as he raised his bony hand again to strike another stinging blow to his wife's bare arse with the wooden paddle. "...
Sorry it has been so long for a new update to this story, I have been 'tied up' with life, you know how it goes. ***** Quite a few months have passed since I have been enrolled at Primpington Academy, almost a year. I seemed to be taking to this new lifestyle quite well. I was the top of all 8 of my classes that were required of the girls that matriculated...