Cin's Story Cin was born in the living room of a tenant farmhouse in a small mid-western community. Being born at home was fairly common back in mid 1930's. It was more common if you lived in a small community, and even more common if your home was some distance away from a major city hospital. Her father farmed. Her early years were spent on that farm and...
Day 57 That morning, as she got Pinky ready for school for Amar ready for work, made breakfast, and packed lunch for the two of them, Mansi kept checking her phone every few minutes. She wasn't sure why she was doing that. Duttsahab never messaged her that early. But the two months had made her realize how much she missed his company. And how much she was l...
I hope I'm not screwing up, I'm writing a much longer story that will go into a different category. In that story I created a character that fascinates me. But in the other story she has a relatively minor part. But I think she deserves further exploration and as a result this is a long story but all in one piece. Thus it's posting in Novels and Novelettes C...
CHAPTER 3: HOUSE CALLS Megan awoke the next morning to the sound of the ring tone on her cell phone. She rolled over, saw it was 8:45 a.m. Her mom was calling for a video call. Groggy, she sat up in bed and answered the phone, her mom smiling back at her. "Good morning honey," her mom said, smiling. "Sorry to call so early. I figured you wanted to sleep i...
Over the next several days Ta'tan'ia rose early, worked out, then got ready and went to Chief Daala's office. During her fourteen plus hour work days, Chief Daala sent her on quite a few errands—both personal and official. Ta'tan'ia also dusted Chief Daala's lightsaber display case twice a day, and helped DP keep the rest of the office clean. Ta'tan'ia also...
~~Hey, everybody! This is chapter 3 of Fate. It took me so long to write this, because I honestly had no idea where I wanted to go from here, but I finally figured it out, so hopefully updates will becoming more often. No promises, but I will most certainly try. I truly apologize for keeping you waiting, but hang in there. There's going to be a lot of upcomi...
The realisation that Josephine was Sylvia's sister hit me in the stomach like a punch. I needed to get out of there. Of all the things she could have said, I wasn't prepared for that. I picked up my clothes and dressed quickly. Before long, I was standing at her door, mumbling an apology for my hasty exit. She kissed me and asked if she could see me again...
This is a fictional account of a mature woman being trained by a younger man while her husband captures the training on film. *** Chapter 1 It was more than a month ago that Susan and her Husband Albert who is 55 years old met Daryl a young man in his forties for the first time, after they made contact on Craigslist. The younger man put an ad on the site...
He groaned and tried to roll over, rolling back onto his stomach when pain shot through his lower body. The dull ache between his legs reminded him of the pleasure he had been denied. He tried to straighten his arms, but the chain held his hands tight underneath his chin. He pulled against it then closed his eyes, finding the restriction strangely calming....
In a society that otherwise resembles our own, mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century. It is a common and accepted feature of public and private life. Males and females of all ethnic backgrounds are held thrall, without status or legal rights. They are quite literally living property, and may be bought, sold and used for any purpose, including: har...