I entered the Mother’s Superior’s office and quickly stood at attention. She seemed to be exactly what people think of women who hold such positions - a shriveled up asexual woman without any humour whatsoever.. I learned to hate her before I learned to love her. She was that type. However, once I had learned to love her it was truly the greatest love I...
Hi, my name is Julie, I work as a security officer, and I drive men wild. Women too, if you want to get technical about it. There's just something about an athletic woman holding a night stick that gets people's blood running hot. I saw her the first time when she went into the building looking rushed, blond curls flying and business suit a little too wrink...
Never have I feared anything in my life, especially amongst friends. But one day something extraordinary happens, something I cannot explain or jots down on a piece of plan paper between two people with basically the same exact things in common. Lesley is an exchange student from France that no one in school really enjoys being around, nor cares too much fo...
Her hands on my face, my hands around her waist, and her cool lips pressed to mine. It felt like a dream. Let me start by saying that things like this do not happen to me. I hear and read stories about people getting ridiculously lucky, having their wildest fantasies fulfilled. It just doesn't happen to me though. I love my boyfriend and our relationship...
Akiko had gotten used to her frequent interactions with men, actually enjoying the way they made her feel, and the money she earned, despite the fact that prostitutes such as herself were considered outcastes, hinin, or nonhuman, by the rest of society. With how many people were coming to her, it certainly didn't feel as though she was a member of the outcas...
The name is Ashley Michelle Blackstone. I'm a young black woman living in Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend Commonwealth Tech, a private school located in Bean Town and currently major in Business Administration. Someday, I'm going to be a big-shot businessman. Yeah, that's my dream. Until then, I'm earning a living in the world's oldest profession. Yes, I a...
I threw down my pencil in disgust as the words on the page danced in front of my eyes. I still had three days to finish a career-making report and I was totally sick of it. A glance out the window didn’t help. It was mid-morning on a warm sunny Spring day and the air sparkled over the canyons of Manhattan. I got up, stretched, and walked down the hall to th...
"Good evening, Miss Cornell. My name is Ellie. If you'd like to take all your clothes off, and lie face down on the couch under the towel, I'll be back with you in just a second." Ellie is younger than any of the masseuses I've had before. Nineteen maybe, twenty max. Prettier too. Petite, but with a full little body and chocolate brunette hair drawn back pr...
It was early spring, as two girls were getting bored in their classroom, caused by some old fool who thought he could interest a whole bunch of 18/19-year-olds, ranting on about Latin poets. Unlike Catherine, who was able to just put her head on her desk and take a nap, Jasmine couldn't sleep for a few minutes, since she sat on the front row. Besides, she wo...
She stood in the hall, her nails painted a pouty-pink. Her hands clutched her books, pressing them into her perky, little b-cup breasts. I had seen her a few times before, and every time I caught a glimpse of her auburn hair and deep brown eyes I found myself fascinated with her. It wasn't like me. Not like me at all. I liked men- long, thick cocks and tigh...