Alice levels the gun. She looks along the barrel with a glint in her eye that makes me nervous. Good nervous. She glares at the target with a pirate smile that says she knows how dangerous she is. Her square shoulders under her boxy, denim jacket shift and smooth. She fires. Five shots in a row. "Aaaaaand that's a full house! Or, full pond, I suppose. Wel...
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On Tuesday and Thursday mornings I have an hour between classes, and I use the time in the gymnasium, doing floor exercises, working up a sweat. I tossed my tights and singlet in my bag, grabbed a towel, and went into the shower room. Damp and dark; 20x20, tiled from floor to ceiling, with shower heads spaced every five feet or so. I was just rinsing off, w...
Hi guys So this is a short story, not connected to my "The Woman in Flat 213" series. I'm still writing the next instalment for that, so please bear with me. But I thought I'd write something a little bit cheerier and more pleasant. Hope you enjoy it. Cheers GT ——— Sarah lay back in bed, watching the latest episode of Designated Survivor on Netflix. It...
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...
I met Janelle a few months after I met Elle when my prize student invited me to come over to her Mom's home and meet her. This stunningly attractive woman had almost been selected to go to the Olympics one year, but she just missed out. Janelle once had the body of a well gifted athlete and yet she's very humble about her outward appearance. She'd been lifti...
Melissa's short brown hair bobbed around her face as she rushed down the hall, heels clicking over the linoleum. She had twenty minutes to make copies, call an angry parent and enter two stacks of exams into her grade book before the next class period began. As she hurried down the stairwell, she cradled the master copies in one arm to hide the way her breas...
In the end, all it took was a smile to convert fantasy to reality. She had begun thinking about it soon after her body started to mature from a girl to a woman. She wondered if she was weird or strange because of her thoughts. She had discussed it confidentially with her friends. Without exception, they thought the idea was gross. With that and her religiou...
Note to readers. We met online and decided to write this story together. We alternated writing sections so in places it might not flow as well as it could. But we hope you like it. Dawn & Linda ***** Dear John, It's over. I'm writing because I own you an explanation as to why. I'm sure you remember when we checked into our fantasy Honeymoon suite in the...
This story is a work of fiction with fictitious characters over the age of 18. *************************** As a business traveler with a very large territory, I spend more hours on the road than I care to count. Late meetings, traffic and road construction all make my misery exponentially more miserable. When you spend 8-hours a day selling, 3-5 hours dri...