Clara woke up from her sleep in a haze. She was vaguely aware of the sunlight streaming through her curtains and the feeling of a presence by her bed. Turning over, she looked for the presence pervading her senses. Seeing nothing, she decided to relive the previous days events in her mind before having to make her way downstairs to serve her master. She pictured Mr.

I apologize for the lapse in stories, readers. I have a few in the works now, and I promise to post them as soon as possible. Please enjoy! I may have a betrothed, but that does not stop me from wanting freedom . . . There is very little that can compare to the crowds during Carnivale season on Sin Street. Shrouded in a bedazzled mask of scarlet and black, I delicately thread my way through the drunken revelers.

Veronica knocked on the classroom door, her knuckles stinging at the bite of the wood. She was hoping the teacher, Mr. J hadnt left yet. She had something to discuss with him. "Come in," his voice answered the knock. She walked into the classroom, closing the door behind her. "Veronica! You just caught me. I was about to leave for the day. How can I help you?" Veronica is momentarily mute thanks to her crush on

Drive By She knew she shouldnt be doing this, but she just couldnt help herself. She turns to drive past his house again, unable to ignore the pounding in her heart and the dampness between her thighs. She knows she cant see him - shouldnt see him - but lust is winning out. Her brakes seem to press themselves, stopping her perfectly along the curb to park. As if moved by some unseen force, she gets out of the car and walks up the path to his house.

Sitting at the office was getting boring. I shut my computer, sighing, realizing that no one was coming today, I am completely alone, and I still have hours left on the clock. I spin myself around in the chair, only curing my boredom for a moment. I decide to wander to the back of the office, looking for something to entertain me until I could leave. I suddenly hear the jingling bells attached to the offices door,

Clara had been a servant for Mr. Smith for nearly a year. As soon as she turned , her mother threw her out of the house in order to prevent Claras father from enjoying her teen daughters silky skin. As a result, Clara needed to find work to survive and luckily found employment as a maidservant. Mr. Smith expected his lovely servant to attend to all the regular chores-dishes, laundry, dusting-all the basic duties expected of a maid.

You walk into the club, knowing youre going to go home with empty pockets and full.. well.. you know.. but you have to see her. Her is the rumored new girl thats lighting up the usually dim and boring strip club you frequent. Long brunette hair, lit with red streaks, deep chocolate eyes that burn holes into the usually stingy customers wallets. Most importantly, she had long legs, tight abs, and an ass that no man could rightfully not talk

Its a pain in the ass being a servant to the prissy Princess Missy. She has this attitude that because her father owns- gee, I dont know -the ENTIRE kingdom that she has the right to treat me like, well, a servant. How rude!!! The worse part is being the Keeper of her key. As soon as she reached , Missys father made sure the princess was properly fitted with a chastity belt. He doesnt extend such a luxury to his servants, oh no.

Same old shit, different day. I finally made it home from work, having battled ignorant fools all day; whoever says working for the public is gratifying really is insane. I walk into my house, making a beeline for the refrigerator. Looks like I shouldve gone to the store- grilled cheese again for dinner. I cant even care anymore, Im so damn tired. I eat quickly and walk to my room.

Sticky Sweet Victoria wiped the sweat from her brow as she locked the door to her office. It had been another hard day at work, and the rising temperature wasnt soothing her already tense body. Thanks to the gas costs, she opted to roll down her windows, allowing the breeze to cool the beads of dew that had collected on her silky, caramel colored skin. A fit of inspiration struck her, and she turned opposite the way she would normally take home, intent on visiting her favorite summer treat vendor.