"Hockey players," the tall blond began as she grabbed the bottom of her blue cotton t-shirt and flipped it over her head, "aren't scared of shit!" Then she kicked off the rest of her clothes and jumped. Elena and half of the other incoming freshman screamed, running over to the precipice to look over the ledge. The blond girl flailed her arms and legs out f...
Research That night, after a long day spent thinking things over, Janice lay leisurely atop her large, still-made bed wearing nothing but a short, cream coloured, silk nightgown. Her knees drawn up and parted, the fingers of her right hand gently stroking her pussy, her thoughts not concerned with Courtney's unexpected departure with a sadness as she may ha...
I would have never thought that something as innocent as learning how to ice skate at age ten would play such a major role in who I am today. I was a bit on the chubby side and a fairly shy little girl growing up, which was probably what kept me from having lots of friends, but still normal in most other ways, which I suspected is why my mom enrolled me in s...
Chapter 14 If there was one thing Alex would never tire of, it was the energy spilling into every facet of the theater on an opening night. Nights like these made her forget that so many of her days in the office blended together into the mundane. The week before opening night was always a nightmare with fire drill after fire drill. There was always so...
Rachel Kent stood at the glass counter just to the right of the restaurant's vestibule. Without conscious effort, the twenty-two year old redhead smiled warmly at the lunchtime customers as they came in, welcoming them to D'Martini's. It was a greeting she had perfected long ago, which was good, because putting on a happy face was the furthest thing from her...
Author's Note: This story was created as part of a much larger story about a girl who develops a relationship with her gym teacher in high school. If conventionally unattractive women and large age differences are not your thing, please skip this story. Some background on the main characters: Ciara Ackerman: She is a beautiful and sweet 18 year old senior w...
Chapter 1 Scarlett giggled nervously as she snapped the crotch of the costume closed. She admired herself in the full-length mirror that hung on the door of her bedroom. The bright red plastic horns sat upon her head, made all the brighter by her long black hair. The scoop neckline of the bright red satin material showed off her 36D breasts magnificently, t...
Friday morning Kelly gave me a necklace made of small, gold chain links, long enough to fit around my neck, but short enough that I couldn't remove it. She locked it on using a tubular 3-digit, 4-number combination lock, like what one might find on a bicycle lock, but only an inch and a quarter long and one-third of an inch thick. Kelly explained that she pu...
Author's note: This is the fifth part of a very long story. Please remember that it is a work of fiction. My sincere thanks and heartfelt gratitude to all who have voted, emailed and commented on my story. Your support makes writing worth it. There has been a lot mixed feelings about where this story has gone so far however I am truly grateful to all of yo...
She looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, sometimes turning this way, sometimes that. She smoothed her blouse down over her stomach, feeling only flat and hard-won muscle. Her breasts, finally healed from the surgery, defied gravity in a way that they hadn't since she was eighteen. A long time ago. They were still tender, unfamiliar. They made the...