Training Samantha. You may like to read Training Samantha the prequel first.
Sammy was in a state of shock. Somehow she had let Mike talk her into joining some kind of sex club as a way of curing her depression.
She knew it was crazy, there was no way she could go through with it.
She decided...
Sammy gets trained, the prequel
Samantha was depressed. Her life was a mess. She was going nowhere. She failed her college courses. She couldn’t keep a boyfriend. She needed help.
Her friend Anya suggested she contact Mike, a life coach who had helped other girls, so Samantha arranged to...
HuCow Induction
Mel looked lovingly at Jane across the bed room. Jane was so beautiful. Mel still had to pinch herself to prove she was not dreaming, and that Jane had chosen her to be her partner.
Mel was no beauty, her tits were huge she knew but so was her tummy, several people had assumed...
It was an average summers day in England in the year of our lord 1799. The rain had stopped briefly and the sun had broken through the clouds to bathe the hills in its golden glow. Our Carriage splashed along at little better than a jog as the horses laboured with our overloaded carriage.
Miss...
Note none of the names used here are genuine but you can probably work out who they are...
The trial
Me and Al had nothing better to do so we went down Weatherfield Assizes where they had the trial of the Weatherfield eight going on.
The Judge looked a right twat with a grey wig looking like it...
After leaving Uni Claire worked for a real estate company down town for a couple of years until it folded in the crash of 2008
She struggled for a while doing odd shifts waitressing and temping in offices getting deeper in debt until she found out they were recruiting hostesses at a...
My dear sister.
I have arrived safely in the UK. I was very seasick on the fishing boat and |I thought I would neer get the stink of fish out of my hair but we arrived at New Lynn quite safely.
The men were very nice and helpfuland they found me a job in a club. I have my own room with a bath...
There comes a time in every gentleman’s life when the mad pursuit of fortune and excitement must if not cease then must decidedly diminish. Such realisation came to myself shortly after my fortieth birthday when following a period of illness my physician decreed that if I continued as before...
We were returning to the house for Luncheon following the morning service at St Agnew’s Church. It was one of those rare English summer days. The sun shone, the cinder path beside the river was dry and devoid of puddles. We strolled easily along chatting amiably.
There were a round dozen in...
Translated from the original Wuttenberg dialect in 1961.
The sunlight twinkled on the babbling brook, the birds were singing and I rested a while where the road squeezed between the wood and the riverbank taking a break from my weary walk back to my father’s house and blacksmith’s...
