You should read Chapter 1 of Controlling Cassandra first to understand the context. This is a personal collaboration between on-line friends. ***************************************** In the weeks following my 'incident' with Cassandra when she ripped my clothes to shreds I continually did 2 things with alarming frequency. Firstly, I visited the place wher...
Disclaimer: If you found this story, odds are you have scoured through hundreds of pages of similar material and have happened upon it, so you know what you're looking for. If by some reverse miracle you have found this passage and are NOT looking for a story in the deep end of transformation erotica, and/or are underage in the place where you live, there ha...
A (slight) change of direction. Before reading this it's highly recommended that you read the earlier parts. As I publish these accounts of my experiences with other women on a roughly weekly basis I'll be posting new photos showing what I was like at the time of the latest episode. * * * * * I never finished university. It wasn't to do with not being go...
Nat leaned against her car and took a last nervous drag from her cigarette. With one more deep breath she walked into the physiotherapy clinic for her monthly treatment. The treatment itself was not making her nervous. In fact, it was helping her back and shoulders immensely. What was bothering her was the prospect of being up close and personal with her the...
Rhonda saw that Ocean, despite her nautical name, hadn't earned her sea legs yet. The college junior had an empty pill bottle of sea sickness medication to appeal to for proof of her will to make the trip. Still, she spent most of her journey doubled over the portside deck, a hurling, retching mess. According to Michelle, Rhonda's niece and Ocean's frien...
Introduction: The following is a work of fiction. It is not intended to be taken seriously. It contains rough sex between two women and there's a lot of language that might offend. If you're a woman, know that this isn't a sweet lesbian romance. If you're a man, it might not be for you. If you read it and decide to call me a bunch of names, well, you're ju...
Chapter 02 The Perfect Ones ©Julia Gentile 2011 I wrote this as follow-on to Trusting Rebekka and I've billed it as Chapter 2. But it stands alone as a self-contained story so you can enjoy it without having read the original Trusting Rebekka. You will however understand the context better if you have. It explores my passion for beautiful women in highly...
I lay in a steaming hot bath, feeling some of my aches and pains easing away as I closed my eyes and thought about what had happened to me over the last two days, and realised that I had absolutely no regrets at all. I had enjoyed the most amazing sex I had ever known and I had felt so sexy and desired, more so than at any other point in my life. As I looke...
I had been working at airport security for 4 years. You see everything in this job, desperate people, snooty people crazy people. No day is the same but every day was boring. First about me. My name is Karen I am 32 single mother. I am 5'4, blonde hair, brown eyes. My body is not what I want, size 14 and wobbly but I look good in my uniform. Today is goin...
Maere hadn't thought it was such a big deal when it began. After all, she'd seen plenty of websites where college students uploaded pix and vids of girls making out at parties, and she'd been there when a few of those pictures were taken. It just felt like her turn had come up. It was her boyfriend Clay's idea. He and his bud Rudy told her best friend Tessa...