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Living the Dream, Malissa's Academy, 38.2 To our fans; We are sorry that this story didn't get put in at the middle of LTD, MA 38 where it was intended. This short piece belongs between the Academy Star's return and the outbreak of Dragon Fever. I was thinking back to the first time that I had met the Arachnid Drider Queen, Tilliani. She was going to be our guest speaker for the upcoming graduation this year. It was nearly four AM when someone knocked on the front door of...

PASsport Happening Encounters Day 49

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My Passage to Womanhood

My Passage to WomanhoodVolume One?My Beginnings?ByClare PenneAn FDC PublicationContentsPreface........3My Beginnings........3Introduction........4Chapter One........8Initiation & Sexuality........8Chapter Two........15Giving Myself to Hannah........15Chapter Three........21Hannah Introduces Me to Dana........21Chapter Four........32Our Trip to the South of France........32Chapter Five........41My First BDSM Training Begins........41Chapter Six........52The French Sejour...

The Assassination of Mr Black

?? ? ? ?I am waiting in the shadowy confines of a stone corridor leading along the side of the ancient stone temple in Northern Thailand, near the Golden Triangle. The temples here have a decided Burmese flavor. The air is close and humid, and my white tee shirt is soaked with my own sweat. My fingers nervously massage the grip and barrel of the Baretta automatic I hold in my hand. In the room next to me, a row of impassive Buddha's look on. Them means nothing to them. I am waiting to kill a...

MARTHA 1 In Olden Days

The largest wedding the district had seen for some time had gone well. The parish church was crowded with family, servants and villagers. The bishop himself had officiated at the union of Caroline, the twenty-year old, third daughter of the Earl and Lady Hawswater, to Sir William Laxby, a forty-three year old mine and railway tycoon, MP and widower. Caroline, after some bitter battles with her parents, had got her way and married trade instead of into a noble family. Because of that a large...

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Fanny Hill Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Letter the First Part 1

-------------------- MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure. Letter the First - Part 1 Madam, I SIT down to give you an undeniable proof of my considering your desires as in dispensible orders: ungracious then as the task may be, I shall recall to view those scandalous stages of my life, out of which I emerg'd at length, to the enjoyment of every blessing in the power of love, health, and fortune to bestow; whilst yet in the flower of youth, and not too late to employ the leisure afforded me by...

Fanny Hill Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Letter

Introduction:Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure, also known as Fanny Hill is a novel by John Cleland. Written in 1749, it is considered the first erotic novel, and has became a byword for the battle of censorship of erotica. Fanny's story, as she falls into prostitution and then rises to respectability, takes the form of a confession that is coloured by copious and explicit physiological details of her carnal adventures.During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I...

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Once upon a time in a land far away, in a time before fairy tales, there lived a witch named Cordelia. The air was crisp. The grass was green, and Cordelia crushed it all with her patent leather boots. Her heels bored into the ground, leaving a trail of smothered violets and other such nonsense in their wake.Spring was in the air, and Cordelia took in the fresh notes of flowers and cowpats while she stomped through the meadow and towards the woods. Her black robe flowed behind her, cinched at...

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Interview With The Devil

Larry: Can we start with your name. You go by many. Which do you prefer? True, I go by many names. Most of them rather silly. Like the Devil. I mean, at least capitalize THE. Every ne'er do well down here is a devil of some sort. Satan? Rather bland I think. No, please call me Lucifer. It has a certain ring to it. Rolls off both forks of the tongue if you will. Can I get you anything? Fire? Brimstone? A hummer from Maggie Thatcher? No? Not your type? Jerry Fallwell? Ah never mind. Larry:...

Pulling Weight and Other Things

A story supplied to me with a request to edit, correct and hopefully improve, adding some spice. I think I’ve achieved most of that. The farm wasn’t the only one in the North Yorkshire dale with cattle. Lots of neighbours kept sheep, horses and some of them race horses. One Saturday my father said, “Ann, you’ll have to milk the cows today. Bob’s got to go to into Richmond, to get some things. You’re fourteen now. It’s time you started pulling your weight outside the house as well.” At the...

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Adam Shepherd lay in his bed on fine summer Saturday morning staring at the ceiling. It was almost 10 o'clock but he was in no hurry. He was indulging in his favourite pastime - masturbation - and his hand moved lazily on his shaft as he lay and listened to the sound of his mother preparing breakfast downstairs. Indeed, it was his mother he was thinking of as he brought his cock to erection. Adam was fourteen years old and his cock had grown to a respectable size as he went thru puberty. He...

Mountains in Hell

My two years in hell had been bad. Out of all the men I served with only three lived to leave. We patrolled the whole length of hell from the coast to the mountains. I have fought and killed every monster the mages have dreamed of. From water dragons to living plants and everything in between. I learned a lot about plants and animals too. My home had been a small farm in the mountains with eight brothers and four sisters. Besides the huge pile of furs and hides I had saved money and bought or...

The Young Girl s Story

Usually I accompanied my mother when we dined in the hotel restaurant. All the attention of the diners would be focussed on her as we made our way to our preferred table, my mother is a very attractive woman and men's eyes follow her like hounds on a scent. However this evening mother was in a consultative meeting with an important client and I was entering the dining room alone. I admit to being slightly nervous, and I paused momentarily to steady my breathing, and to think of my mother. I...

The Rain Festival in Pre Conquest America

“Eyewitness History: Essays in Contemporary Pre-Conquest Literature” November 201-- Journal of Pre-Conquest Studies University of -- Xóchitl Ana María Ferguson, Ph.D., Editor EDITOR’S NOTE: This is one of a series of papers the Journal presents for scholars of pre-Conquest indigenous cultures and ceremonies in the Americas. Every effort has been made to verify the authenticity of alleged contemporary accounts. While the authenticity of the document itself presented here is not in doubt,...

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