***This is an Antebellum Story*** Although accustomed to the heat of August, Nancy still dripped with the sweat of a day's work in the fields. The summer was going to be just as brutal as last year, and the work load seemed almost fruitless as she heard about the value of cotton not being worth what it used to be. Nancy had not worked in the cotton fields...
The problem is that I can't even look at her without getting aroused. That's right. I am not exaggerating. I cannot look at her. Hell, I can barely even think about her. The sound of her voice—or just the sound of someone else saying her name!—frequently causes a physical reaction. Here's what happens when I glance at her: First, I feel a bit of a shiver,...
Chapter 9: Growth Sucks, I hate it and I don't want to do it anymore. Trigger warning: Death/Suicide is discussed in this chapter. ———— "I killed my father," I whisper, "I don't think that's something I'm allowed to get over." I wipe my face and take a deep breath. It tumbled out of me so quickly I can feel my heart racing, I try to steady it with my h...
My deepest appreciation to Xpoerotica and Decal_Last for editing my story and helping me improve my writing, you guys are amazing! AN INVITATION TO DANCE >> (New IP rerouted through slave 8497) (Data mining...) (Profiling...) (Hosting) MARIE_ANTOINETTE posted on 8/23/15 15:07 PM Hi, guys, I'm so glad I found this page! Finally, a place where I...
Author's note: Welcome to chapter two of six! Thank you very much for your feedback on chapter 1, and as always your comments are appreciated. This is a story about a somewhat unusual relationship between consenting adults. Thank you again for reading! Many thanks to the author Karaline for her suggestions and edits. Please enjoy! ***** Monica woke the ne...
Author's Note: This is something that I've had swimming around my head for a few months now, and it got to the point that I just had to get it out. Initially, I had an idea for a big series, but I knew taking on politics could be a very delicate subject, even if this work is a bit silly. That's why with this story, I'm going to walk a middle ground so it doe...
Chapter Three -- Truth and Consequences The package arrived overnight and was waiting for Adele when she arrived early at the office. It was a plain brown padded postage bag with no markings on it. It was addressed simply to Adele Edwards and marked urgent. Adele put the package down on her desk and deliberated. She guessed what was inside it and she knew...
Chapter 1 Office manager Carole O’Toole called Brick Briggs, one of the four partners of an aggressive Sydney advertising agency, We-Do-it-Differently Multi-Media Advertising, commonly called WDID Advertising. “Hi Carole, have you trained your husband to lick your breasts yet?” said her occasional lover. She ignored that crap comment. “Brick, we have a j...
From the Diary of Kristie February 20th, 2012 Dear Diary, Now, where do I even start to begin? Something has been happening to me and I don't know what. Seemingly, it all started the other day when I was at the rink for hockey practice. In retrospect, I think there has been a shift in play for quite some time now. I was skating hard, doing my drills when...
This one might be just a touch, a tad, a jot, an iota over the top. The answer to that stereotypical LW cliché, that trite meme -- is not that the best revenge is a life well-lived -- it is a life really, REALLY well-lived. Enjoy. (BTW, if you recognise the accent -- it's not from there!) RAINE, ON HER PARADE "Damn, you're a hard man to track down." I...