Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human...
revised. April. 2005. Prologue. Twenty-three-year-old Chelsy Peters fought to stay awake, as she leaned her gloriously naked body carefully forward, her lovely breasts rubbing against the smooth wall. Her beautiful ass gleamed softly in the subdued lighting, her long shapely legs trembled gently in tension, as she balanced carefully on the balls of her ba...
The gravel crunches under my high heels and the sound of girls' laughter drifts down from the bedroom window as I walk up the drive. At least someone had fun tonight, I think. The night is hot and airless and I can feel the sweat beginning to bead on the small of my back under my ballgown. Surely the storm must break soon. I raise one gloved hand to mop my b...
Note from the Authoress: This story doesn't form part of the Julie Journals as it is a work of fiction. This story was inspired by a comment left about another story I wrote. The comment went, "Why do I only seem to get offers from fat businessmen when I travel?" I chatted to the maker of the comment and we discussed a few ideas and I have ended up writing t...
Beatrice Dawson is the name. I'm a tall, curvy and dark-skinned, beautiful Black woman in her mid-forties living in the city of Atlanta, Georgia. I am a professor of African-American Literature at Spelman College. These days, life is cool. I recently left my husband Dwight after I caught him cheating on me with a skinny white woman half his age. Twenty years...
Celeste inhaled marijuana several times, tasted her wine by the fire as she thought, I remember that all of us cums a lot last night. Still, I never knew I would get super hot as I thrashed Monica butt cheeks extremely hard with the paddle and flogger. I like beating Monica's ass cheek, and my cunt was wet as I kept pounding her. I think about the amount of...
It was 3:25 p.m. on Friday when Ashley West got off the bus at 51st and Manor. It was mid-April and the temperature was approaching 80 degrees as she walked the five blocks to her house. That was way better than the unseasonal 90s on Tuesday and Wednesday, but still perfect weather for her sleeveless pink blouse and thigh-length blue jean skirt. Ashley was...
This was my first summer in New York City. The twin towers still stood, tall and proud, a much-needed landmark for a disoriented girl from Ohio exiting the subway into the intense confusion of the streets of Manhattan. I was twenty-one years old, underemployed, broke, and basically friendless in a big and intimidating city. At the time I was sharing a crappy...
Author's note: This is a companion series to "Pegging Peter" and takes place on the same weekend as "Pegging Peter" Chapters 6 and 7. * * * Tawny Masterson had been playing her guitar for a little over three hours when they reached the city limits sign. "Well." She unplugged the Epiphone Les Paul and earbuds from her phone. "Glen Rose, Texas." She stretche...
PET TEACHER: Lesbian Toy Party Note 1: Although not absolutely necessary, I recommend you read the first three parts first: Pet Teacher, Pet Teacher: Five Tasks, and Pet Teacher: Lesbian Club. If time does not permit, here is a very, very brief primer. A teacher is seduced by an eighteen year old student and after submitting to her she is forced to complete...