Nanny's house was a small, two bedrooms, wooden framed one near a cotton mill. She and my great-grandfather had worked at the mill. Back in those days, the companies felt it was best to have workers that lived near the mills. They built what was called mill villages, dozens and hundreds of basic houses near their plants. Then they sold them to the workers, t...
Review: Dedeaux's Delightful Disciplinary Tales THOSE who delight in sophisticated yet incredibly arousing tales of delicious discipline have long been entranced by the novels of the mysterious P. N. Dedeaux. The eclectic author set his scenes in Europe—both present-day and historically—as well as Canada and sometimes unidentified exotic locales. While man...
The coach wheels crunched on the gravel path, and the four horses, sweat sheening their glossy flanks, came to a skittering halt. The coachman descended from his high seat and flipped the foot step down, and twisted the latch open. Inside, the two young women were eager to see their new home in England. Their voyage across the Atlantic had gone smoothly an...
Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Frankie and Kay went swimming the next morning and managed to get in another quick session of lovemaking in the cool water while they did. All too soon, they returned to the cabin to have breakfast with the others. After breakfast Frankie's father said he had a lot to do that day. Both the young man and...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other places, events, and persons, are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, livi...
It started innocently. I woke up late for work. The day before, I had taken a long car trip and was very tired by the time I reached home. The next morning, I was rushing to get to work. Stopping at the gas station to get my coffee, I noticed this young girl with a look of desperation on her face. She was standing by the pump and looked like she was almost i...
Nicole dried herself with the fluffy terrycloth towel. Sitting at her makeup table she massaged lotion into her body to keep it soft, moist and supple. Once the lotion was absorbed she proceeded to dust herself with a light perfumed powder that made her feel smooth as silk. Nicole had picked out an emerald green form fitting floor length evening gown that ma...
[This is part of a series, and you likely will enjoy it more if you have read the earlier installments, but it is not critical to read them. There is some limited reference to bodily functions so those offended by such mention should read no further. All characters are over 18.] * Deirdre Carmody was enjoying her visit to her niece Laura Franklin's weekend...
Both women were wet between the legs almost instantly as Saroja initiated the discussion. And yet, the words that came out of Suguna's mouth were hypocritical in the extreme. "You want me to do what?" exclaimed Saroja's former maid Suguna. Saroja had come looking for her maid Suguna many months after she had moved away and changed her residence just to av...
This work is copyrighted to LuckOfTheDraw, 2011. No part of it may be reproduced or copied without the written permission of the author. -- This incident took place during the early 80s in India. I had just turned twenty, and had started to wonder seriously about life. As a girl I had quickly learnt the art of observing without being noticed. My family was...