Twisted Sister's Spot is a rarity in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. It's a lesbian bar that is lesbian owned and operated, located not far from downtown. A lot of bars catering to men who like men have lesbian night, but Twisted Sister's Spot is all about the ladies, all the time. Die-hard dykes, curious straight ladies, bisexual women, all kinds of women make...
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Starting my internship at Decker & Madison Law, I was nervous. I didn't know anyone, wouldn't be making any money, and had only just turned 18. My dad is an attorney- a successful one at that, and got me an internship at the prominent law firm in Southern California. "Emily Grey?" The important-looking man stepped into the lobby and sort of called my name....
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** The well-aged house, one that sat at the very center of one of New York's most prestigious and desired neighborhoods, was pristine, beautiful, and decorated in every way that a home could be decorated for the joyous December season. It was, in its lights and displays - pomp and ci...
Kora sits on a street curb. Her slowly bruising face softly crying into her delicate and shaking hands. Before tonight, Joe has never hit her before. He's called her names, put her down, and made her cry; but never has laid a hand on her except for this very Saturday night. Originally, Kora thought she has struck gold finding Joe. Past relationships had nev...
I sat at the bar in my tightest black dress I owned per the instruction of Miss. Brandy. My curly blonde hair had been pinned into place and my long tan legs were smooth. Miss. Brandy had told me exactly how she wanted to see me waiting. 'No panties or bra, bikini muff wax, curl those blonde locks of yours, wear the tightest, sluttiest little black dress y...
A few days later my friend Jason called. He was the one who had introduced me to Amanda. After the usual Hi's and pleasantries he told me his reason for calling. "This is a bit awkward," he said. "'Cause I don't know if you go for this kind of thing, but Amanda's been asking about you. She says she'd like to get to know you better." "In what way?" I ask, t...
I'm brand new here. I haven't even lurked. I stumbled on this site and I never thought I would share any of my stories with anyone, but this kind of feels cathartic. I really don't regret a single minute of any of my experiences or sharing them with others and I think this might be the place to do it. I am a college junior. Platinum blonde, blue-eyed, five...
Isabelle Frost smiled as she stretched out; her newest pair of Christian Louboutins glinting as the sunlight hit the stiletto tip. Only 2 years ago, she couldn't have even afforded one pair of these shoes. Now, she owned several. Her wardrobe had also morphed, becoming more sophisticated, sexier. Not that it mattered. The long-legged blonde looked at her hu...
We sat in silence an uncomfortably long while. They snacked and stared at my nakedness at the table across from them. They could see only my upper torso, but what a sight of sexual submissiveness I was: in contrast to their comfortable state of freedom and full clothing, I was more than naked than naked: my shoulders strained, pulled back because of the supe...