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...
My younger eighteen-year old sister Kathy and I were sprawled out on the living room floor looking at the photos and the lingerie ads in a hot fashion magazine. We were admiring the beautiful women and the sexy clothes they were wearing. I don't know what Kathy was thinking but I was getting turned on by some of the photos showing short skirts that barely co...
Alice shivered as she waited to be buzzed into April's building, from both the cold and the situation she was in. Like all the clothes Nicole had picked for her she felt more exposed than covered. However Alice did not believe her current outfit could even be considered cloths. The cold air blowing against her exposed crotch reminded her of her desire to get...
A smile crosses my lips as I pack my bag and recall our last time together. We had such fun in Vegas and I know we are going to have a good time in Colorado. Having packed my bag I scan my closet and decide what I am going to wear. After pulling almost everything off their hangers, I decide on a red skirt with black accents, a black silk top, red silk bra, b...
Quinn had come to a decision. Hot, humid summers in New York were not good for long hair. After several years of monthly trims, and daily time consuming blow-dries, she wanted a new look to go with her new job. She was on a brief vacation before starting her new position as northeastern marketing director for "Dorothy", a lesbian oriented women's sports/fi...
Wendy stood on the edge of the sidewalk, waiting for the traffic light to turn green. A breeze rustled the leaves of a nearby maple tree and tickled her face. Swayed by the moving air, a desiccated leaf fell in front of her. She brushed aside some strands of her honey blonde hair that covered her eyes. Hearing some hurried steps behind her back, Wendy turned...
Episode Six: Porn Producer Kimmy DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of fiction. It features a public person as a character, but strictly in a fictional setting that in no way implies the private interests or personal behavior of the public person in fact parallels the scenes depicted below. This article has not been approved by or presented to the pu...
Episode Two: Carmen's Candle Power Electra-fies Kimmy DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of fiction. It features a public person as a character, but strictly in a fictional setting that in no way implies the private interests or personal behavior of the public person in fact parallels the scenes depicted below. This article has not been approved by o...
Hawke's eyes had been fixed all day on the mansion, watching every little movement she could. The large glass windows in the back certainly made it easy enough to gather all the information she needed. Her target was the famous Dama, seamstress extraordinaire. The woman was worth a large fortune, and Hawke was sure her financiers would fork over a few millio...
This submission was also co-written by Browncuriousity. * She sat outside on the patio of the guesthouse, watching the waves crash onto the surf not far off when Donnie came outside. "There you are!" He exclaimed as he sat across from her. She wore nothing but an Arabic tunic as she sipped on a cup of tea. "Where've you been?" Asked Donnie, "I've miss...