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Just who is the five o’clock hero?
It is typical of life that just as three or four major life events collide, within a few weeks the in-tray gets full to bursting. That is the nature of the world I suppose. In Ancient Rome a conquering...
View ArticleA Tale of the Unexpected
Following on from yesterday’s post, here is an example of an email sent in from a reader. I don’t get many like this, most are far more hesitant and paradoxically somewhat longer. Overlook the kind...
View ArticlePark Life
It is amazing what you see in the park these days. This naughty and very embarrassed girlfriend was camera-phoned in the park by an unknown passer-by. This contribution was sent in by EmmiX. Thanks Emmi.
View ArticleThe Sinclair Method (part 4)
Our story began here. It felt strange to be bent over the older woman’s knee. Katherine could feel the pressure of Alice’s thighs under her, the rasp of silk stocking on silk, and the smell of her...
View ArticleOuch
No idea what is going on here. Markie sent it in as a sorority picture. It certainly looks harsh for a birthday bash.
View ArticleSlow Time Friday
The place is a shambles Due to some restructuring here at the castle the Temporal Monster has eaten all my time and now my Internet connectivity is down or at best poor. Normal service will be resumed...
View ArticleStill Here
Using dial-up, which has an inverse relationship to the speed of my life at the moment. Here is another picture.
View ArticleI am going to write a classic and I am going to write it in an attic… apparently
I hate those blogs where all people can do is complain about how hard it is since their dog died and life is busy and so they won’t be writing anything anyone actually wants to read but… I am sitting...
View ArticleEaster and Spanking
Ostara (often pronounced Estara) is the old Anglo-Saxon pagan festival spring festival with all its associations with fertility. In Anglo-Saxon England images of eggs, the March hare and other...
View ArticleHappy Easter
In some places in the world women get a switching at Easter. Lucky it is getting warmer.
View ArticleThe Tempest
The sky had a purple hue and Tom Daly knew a storm was brewing. From the way the cottonwood was still against a turbulent sky, he guessed a twister was on its way. “Where’s Abby?” he barked in the...
View ArticleNever Too Old for Louise
Many thanks to all of those who have continued to send in little snippets like this one from Louise who dropped me a line with this little anecdote to share. She writes: We grew up in a village in...
View ArticleThe Sinclair Method (part 5)
Our story began here. Katherine regarded the seat of the chair with utter dread. Both the rounds of her rather full bottom felt tight and sore-prickled, but that was nothing to the deep all-pervasive...
View ArticleHazy Daze
These were sent in by an ex-sorority girl who wishes to remain anonymous. She wrote: “My own sorority days were beyond anything here, good and bad, and they went by in a daze. But I sometimes wish I...
View ArticleCade County 1892
Eleanor Whitlow blew a stray strand of hair from her forehead. At least it was not plastered there with perspiration on account of the heat. The heat, it was barely March, as she remembered it Boston...
View ArticleWeekly Round-up
Firstly, my apologies for the lack of a proper Weekly Round-up for almost a month. Last Monday traffic was insane with what I suppose now was people coming back to see if it had gone up. I should have...
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