Amy, ex-bitchy prep and current Slave-Slut of the Mistress Veronica, suddenly woke up in the backseat of a car. She could just barely hear a song she had never heard before playing on the car's radio ("Demon of Love" by The Sharp Things) "Mistress?" Amy asked uncertainly. A voice came back, "Yes." "What's going on?" The cheerleader asked. The teacher res...
"So, your name is Fartuun Asif and you've got a habit of farting at the worst possible times, man, that's absolutely frigging priceless," says my roommate/girlfriend Catherine Malemba, laughing merrily. We were sitting in the living room of our shared apartment in the Glebe area of downtown Ottawa, Ontario. Just two young women smoking shisha, relaxing in fr...
As I lay there in Emma's bed, a disheveled but satisfied mess, I began to think back over my past and to wonder if, in reality, it was all just leading to this inevitable happening... Raised as an only child to an alcoholic single mother I didn't really have the best start. I would always hide behind humour and geekiness. The geek boys at school loved me, m...
Her name was Misty and she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. We were both 18 and she was the new kid in school. I was busy preparing decorations for our senior prom, when she walked in. "Ladies, gents, may I have your attention, please?" said Mrs. Clark, my second period English teacher, "This is Misty, she's joining our class for the last 3 week...
This story is based on actual events. It is taken from my journal. I rented a beach house on west Galveston Island in late September and invited three of my female friends for a four day stay. The first to arrive was Teri who drove down from Dallas. Teri is about 10 years older than I, about my height, slightly heavier, with dark brown hair. I met Teri on t...
The Köntlicher Files, Chapter 2: Paul and Susan Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers (All characters were at least 18 years old at the time of sexual activity) The Köntlicher (pronounced: kōn-li-shay) Institute is affiliated with a major Midwestern University, and dedicated to the study of heterosexual relationships disrupted by apparently aberrant behavior...
Before Veronica had become her mistress, Amy had been an unstoppable menace of a prep and an insufferable bitch. Never once in her life had she ever been effectively disciplined, she had almost invariably gotten what she wanted. Those days were over. Now Amy had fallen very far from that pedestal indeed. She had become a slave to Veronica's farts, all becau...
"For God's sake Mum, stop fussing I'll be fine, I'm twenty years old for christ sake," said Molly irritably as she carried her bag out to the car. "You heard what they said on the weather forecast, they've given heavy snow and it's the day before Christmas Eve, the roads will be really busy," warned her Mum, following her in and out of the house, "besides,...
This was a bit of a personal fantasy, in no way saying that a woman is not capable of pleasuring another woman without aid. Also not my best work, but I enjoyed it, hopefully you will too. Some days I don't know how I can go on living without her. Other days our arrangement, the secret rendezvous and the brief but passionate stolen moments we find to make l...
This is the fourth(but not the last by far) installment. There's a bit of lesbian role-playing at the end. Hope you enjoy the story. Look forward to comments. Thanks in advance A Tale of Gassy Lesbians 4 Ashley, ex-spoiled prep and the second cheerleader to fall under Veronica's spell, was rapidly coming to love her new identity. She felt confident and sur...