Part 3b: Jenny's Story "Oh Kate! Oh God! Oh God!" I whimpered as I writhed in frantic ecstasy. "Oh baby, please let me come! Please! I can't take this anymore!" I begged as my fingers clawed at my restraints and my back arched. Kate smiled as she expertly glided her tongue gently over my throbbing clit and maneuvered the twelve inch jet-black vibrator in my...
Chapter One It was the first sixth form disco of 1997 and Angie had spent the last half hour in the ladies' toilets. Not that she was some sort of perv . . . Well, not that she classed herself as some sort of perv. No, if she classed herself as anything, "perv" would be last on the list; even if some of her so-called schoolmates did judge books by their co...
Hi, I'm Mikki. I am twenty-four and I am a lesbian. I think. I say "I think" because there might be a couple of discrepancies in that opening statement. Firstly, I'm really Mikela, but absolutely nobody ever calls me that. The twenty-four claim is accurate enough. I've got my birth certificate at home, if you don't believe me. The second discrepancy . . ....
A note about this story:- So, 'V' and I are chatting away when she says to me 'why is it that all D/s stories are written from the sub's point of view. Why is it never from the Domme's. Take Summerhouse Blues, I really love that version of the Rhonda character and yet all we hear about is how Tracy feels. What about Rhonda, what did she make of it all?' An...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story picks up from No Holds Barred in Boston, which was based on the idea/request of a fan who wishes to remain nameless. We rejoin the action in a secluded retreat in Colorado, shortly before Trish gets back in the ring with Victoria. ***** Chapter One Mickie had to go back to the master bedroom to get the key for the handcuffs. Whil...
Brooke Adams and Tyler Sorenson sat shoulder-to-shoulder on a wooden bleacher within their high school's gymnasium, each of the seniors staring at their cell phones and occasionally tapping them with practiced thumbs. It was the afternoon work-out for the girls' volleyball team and on the far side of the large gym bouncing balls echoed loudly as the boys' ba...
Sunday morning. This time it was Annie who awoke first. She checked the clock which read 7:00 am; then she checked Chris. It was highly unusual for him to sleep past 6:30 (even on the weekends,) but this day was different. She hadn't counted how many times he came last night; but lying there thinking about it, it had to have been at least three. She grinned...
Come Aboard Sandy stretched out on the deck of her shipshape lobster scow, "Spanking Jenny." The sun was good, not too hot this early in the season, but still warm enough to invite her to relax. Josh and Hank would razz her if they caught her in this bikini. They almost never saw her in anything but waders and a tattered yellow sou'wester. Rusty blond hair...
My name is Amy Cotter and this is what happened on my last day at school. I took a deep breath and looked at myself the mirror. On any other school day I'd be wearing a very different set of clothes. The school code of conduct stated that all pupils should wear a uniform consisting of a white shirt or blouse and either black or grey trousers or a knee lengt...
I was pleased that Kelly asked Kassie to accompany us to the house. She wanted us to be together as much as possible since we hadn't seen one another since Christmas. When we entered, Kelly started to remove the leash from my collar. Kassie immediately said, "Kelly, would you mind leaving it on a while longer?" She still held the lead end in her hand. "Ka...