Charlotte Sommers loved the outdoors. While other sixteen-year-olds were listening to radios, watching movies or dating boys, Charlie preferred to be outdoors. Not that she was even interested in organisations like the Girl Guides, hell no! Too structured...
Had Alice been her normal size, she might have run laughing down the garden path, stopping to push her nose into this bloom or that and inhale the wonderful bouquet of scents that they had to offer. Still, she could admire them from afar. Or rather, from...
From the Journal of Olivia Delacroix Day twelve? upon The Eye of Thermisto (translated from the French). Be thankful for little mercies. My captor, who yet remains nameless has granted me small privledges or, more precisely, incentives to behave. In othe...
frantic need eyes searching potential relief found running rushing dancing dripping wiggling and worried Will anyone see? Does she even care? Does she even dare? Need too great Looking around one more time... She pulls down her pants the denim rough and...
Chapter XV They were all sitting at the breakfast table, having a second cup of coffee, when Isolde spoke up. “I have an idea,” she said. “On those nights when I don’t feel like shutting one of you out, would you both mind coming to my bed with me, and ju...
