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Author's Note: We all do things on holiday that we wouldn’t do in our everyday lives including the adoption of local customs or dress. Some we recall fondly, others we might prefer to forget. In this story a professional couple ‘go native’ with surprising results. We’d read it in the guide book but I’m not sure either of us believed it until we arrived at the city and saw it with our own eyes. However, it was true, there were guards at the gate stopping all visitors and ensuring all women who entered the city were restrained. ...

Part 1 Darla and Cheryl couldn’t have been more different. Cheryl was blonde with a great tan and hot body while Darla was a pale brunette with a less hot (but still very good) body. But both had a desire for the spotlight and attention that put them at odds with each other. And their rival grew over the years. At first it was little things like spreading rumors about each other and exchanging insults and innuendos when they were in the same place, as well as some boyfriend stealing. During a singing competition, someone drugged Cheryl’s drink and she collapsed on stage. Darla found her tires slashed on the night she was to audition for a play. Both went to see a modeling agent and Cheryl “somehow” ate a laxative. To make matters worse, while she was in the bathroom the door was locked. During a swimsuit competition, Darla’s suits were found ripped to shreds. ...

Part 1 The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat. ...

Author's Note: The day after submitting Part 1 I was compelled to complete the story. The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat. ...

Author's Note: Part 1 was submitted in November, the rest has been completed and previous parts have been edited for fuller effect. The car’s engine went quiet and its lights shut off, plunging the small town street into silence and darkness. Detective Jessica Falwell took a deep sigh and composed herself, this was a night for which she’d prepared a long time. Opening the glove compartment, she retrieved her pistol and checked the magazine, knowing full well it didn’t magically empty on the drive over here. The car door opened and let in the cool night air, and she placed the pistol in her shoulder holster and grabbed the duffel bag from the passenger seat. ...

Author's Note: I wasn’t really going for a work of classic literature, I just went for the classic components: bondage, check. Lesbians, check. Orgasms, check. Any other boxes you wish it filled? The lock on the door clicked as I turned the key. The flight had been long, the seats had been uncomfortable and my husband had forgotten to pick me up from the airport. As I opened the front door to our house I shrugged my travel bag off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Unpacking could wait until tomorrow! ...

Author's Note: It’s been awhile, but I’m back! I. Countdown Well, this is going to be interesting. It had been awhile, and Miss had said so. But unfortunately, life was getting in the way. So I suggested a change, at the urging of Mistress, of course! I initially had reservations about asking Miss to come to my home. It is a bit out of the way for her, but she lives south of Boston as it turns out, so it’s not as far out of the way as I thought it might be. ...

Author's Note: This is the first time I’ve tried writing erotic Literature, I hope that anyone reading this will find it intresting. All critique is welcome. Chapter 1 Mrs Winery sat at her desk marking a series of papers that’d been submitted to her earlier that day. They each analysed several of Shakespeare’s works, comparing them and such. Each was very similar, it was very dull to read them one after the other, but she carried on, just thinking what she’ll be doing once she was finished. ...

Well after finally graduating from high school and starting college it was weird to come back home for the break. I was all excited at first but then I realized quickly how few of my friend stuck around. I’m from a very small town and I’m quite a bit the youngest in an otherwise very religious family. All I had to look forward to was the family and that is enough to drive a girl insane. ...

Author's Note: This is meant to be a One Hit Wonder (I always enjoy his stuff), hope you like it. As always, please leave comments so I know if this is any good. _Updated (2012/05/22):* Well, I lied. Actually, this was going to be a one-off, but then I’m terrible at letting characters go, and thought of their further adventures. I hope you like it, please leave me a comment, you never know, you might inspire me to write more…* ...