Dear Mrs and Mr Symons.



M

y name is

Mrs

Jessica Swallow

(BA-HON-VO). I have been the principal at generic amalgamated school for the past several years

.



I'm writing this personal letter to explain

V

ivacious

& Voracious


It is a truth universally understood, if not always stated, that period drama requires a villain.




Of course, this villain cannot be too dramatic or evil because then the story goes from being a light-hearted drama, with balls and misunderstandings and a big romantic declaration, to one that actu

The only sound in James’s ears was the meaty thwack thwack of the guy pounding into his Arsehole, and of course, the grunts coming out of James’s lips; his whole body was shaking with the force of the impact, his cock livid and leaking as he tried not to moan. His feet weren’t even touching the ground, he realised dimly as he was pounded up against a picture on a wall the guy had picked him up at the bar. He had been so big and good-looking that James had gone with him at once,

Rachel's New Life: Anal Obsession



    



    

It was a normal day like any other. Alysia arrived home from her extended sleepover and immediately ran up to her mother to hug her before unpacking her stuff from the night before. After a short while, she got changed and returned from her room to hang out on the

Diary



14:

6

:23



Diary entry of Padawan Learner Barriss Offee-





Location Jedi Temple personal quarters.



Despite the meditative focus that a diary often causes

Zahra Ahmadi woke up on her last day in the family home with a quiet, peaceful self-satisfied attitude. She performed her morning yoga with her usual confidence. Especially enjoying her downward dog this morning even though it sent noxious farts rippling out of her arse. But what was the point of being in your childhood bedroom if not to be a bit immature?

After using the bathroom to get rid of the next-door neighbour's puppy dog that had been inside of her during the ni

Radebe Ahmadi stared up into the grey sky and wondered what to do. A few rain droplets ran down her face like tears. The 27-year-old Muslim woman felt very old and very lost far from where she should be.
Another storm washed through this land so far from her homeland; the house was far enough from the town centre that she only occasionally saw her neighbours when they waved at her. The only reason she looked out as if someone was approaching was her concern for her cousin.
In the driveway sat a

Iron story one.





Furious


Tammy was furious. She had dressed up to go out with her friends, something rare for the single mother, and the babysitter she had hired was late.

She sent an increasingly frantic series of texts on her phone. Finally getting one ping back. On the screen, it said.
Sorry got lost. Will be at your house shor

A Catwoman eats the canaries.


Jenny Canary stared out into the dark and stormy Gotham night. Worried and angry in equal measure.

“What kind of man leaves his pregnant wife alone on a night like this?” She questions the empty air of the apartment. Their children had been put to sleep hours ago. But Jenny had waded up, waiting for Fred to walk back in the apartment door, so she could give him a piece of her mind.

Jenny waved goodbye to her dad. With a bright, friendly smile on her eight-year-old face. Then she turned around, closed the door and let out a far more genuine smile "yippee, a whole weekend to do nothing but sit around and watch cartoons!” she said to herself, skipping merrily through the empty hallways of her house, into the big kitchen and living room. Sliding down onto the old comfortable sofa with the TV on it that, at other times, she had to do her homework on. But now she coul

Chapter 2






How has everything turned to shit so quickly?
Thought Jedi
Master Luminara Unduli. The miralian Jedi would never have used those words out. But it echoed in her mind as she walked away from the Jedi Council Chambers towards her apprentice's room




The trial of Ashoka Tano had been bad e

Mrs Saskia Brown, nee Nilsen, was worried but attractively so. A feat she was achieved by dint of her blonde hair, tall and willowy build. The fact that the baby currently in her arms had made her breasts larger did not exactly deter her attractiveness. She had bags under her eyes. She gave the impression that they were almost certainly designer in her expensive outfit.

The source of her tiredness and worry was the same. Her five-year-old daughter Mary and, more specifi