It was the middle of December, a mere week before Christmas. The days had grown short and the snow in the streets was mushy and dirty while new snow kept on falling slowly off the sky. At least it isn't windy, Lucy thought. She wasn't the type to cry about the hand she had been dealt with. Optimism was the one thing she still had to hold on to. She had been...
Ros's story Why I was called Rosamund, I'll never know! Perhaps something to do with my mother's passion for horses, or my father's fondness for Schubert! Nothing to do with roses - I could never be compared to a rose! I was brought up during the second world war and was regarded as something of a tomboy. I was into athletics and keep fit, and all that sor...
This is a Summer Lovin' contest story. As if giving my story and I your applause, please give me the support of your vote. Charlotte finally finds the perfect exercise to lose weight. Charlotte is fat. She's fat, fat, fat. Sometimes wanting to pull her hair out of her head and scream, she doesn't like being fat. In a television and internet video filled w...
Being alone in the house was not to my liking. Sleeping alone, eating alone and waiting for the phone to ring were my only reasons for being there. The rest of the time I found other places to go. While alone I had too much time to think. While walking or driving around I could concentrate on seeing new things and not have to think about what I had gotten my...
I heard the door to the garage close and looked out the front window as Mistresses Kristina and Stephanie pulled away from the house in her Mercedes G Class SUV, the favourite in her fleet right now. I was alone after a morning from hell and felt every inch of my beaten body as I walked naked down the hallway to the kitchen where my list of chores hung. The...
So there I was, sitting naked on my boss’ desk at seven o’clock on a Friday evening in March, having just emptied my balls into the glorious body of my boss, Lilah Morxay, president and CEO of Morxay Cosmetics (that ‘x’ is, of course, pronounced as an “szh”-- but everyone knows that) while her stunning secretary-slash-lesbian-lover screwed her ass with a str...
Since Christopher had been bounced, there had been three more interviews, and another couple of dozen applicants rejected before then. People had been rude, or had sketchy references, or just given one of us a bad vibe. It turned out that consensus was a very hard thing to reach among six very different people. I was beginning to get frustrated. Did we reall...
December 13th, 1885 While I had wished to set out upon the Gypsy's Promise under Captain Teach, the simple fact was that Mr. Bates' chosen man for all things nautical was simply not in the docks at Tarant, but was rather shipping freight to a mysterious, undisclosed location. Entirely above board, I was sure. Surely, Captain Teach would never mislead custo...
Prologue- seventeen weeks past Spending four hours getting an injured woman through tropical swamps is not an experience I would recommend for anyone. If not for the path cutting through the worst parts, keeping us elevated above the boggy depths with their slithering inhabitants, we'd have been insect food at best. All the same, we made it, even if my lef...
My name is Saoirse Lennon. I moved out to the town of Lonesome Moon with my dad, though 'town' is a relative word. We actually moved out to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, out into the middle of snow and pine trees. The town is actually forty minutes away through rough country, and the roads out here consist of little more than backwoods dirt and gravel that...