"I know I'm fat", she thought, "I should just change my name from Matty to Fatty. I bet that why my interview lasted only minutes." She was leaving from an interview, one of many. Despite having excellent typing skills, and two degrees (Business Administration, and Accounting) she couldn't get any job. Before leaving she walked round the...
All characters are over 18 years old. This story takes place after a month in Boston with her Aunt Elizabeth. I STRONGLY suggest that you read the previous stories to understand what motivates her and how she thinks. For those of you reading this as a new story, sorry for jumping ahead, but I really wanted to write this now. Comments are always welcome, bu...
I already knew I was bisexual at this point, but the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore year in college is when I truly discovered myself. I was a point guard in college, and and I have always prided myself in fitness. At the time I was about 5'9, 145, pretty solid. I wasn't like I am now (I do figure shows). Blonde hair, fairly tan. I had just got...
Hi, I'm Alicia, and this is my story about being trained in the art of submission. My Mistress, Autumn, has been my best friend for years. We met at a lesbian bar in San Francisco; she was with her then-girlfriend, a cute Japanese immigrant named Sakura. I was a shy college freshman, I'd just escaped from my conservative, homophobic parents in Kansas. I r...
"Jose." I just looked at her over the rim of my glass, taking sip after sip until I finally set it down. "Like there's two Joes, and ... that's your name?" She pursed her lips at my smile, eventually giving in to the grin that threatened to take over her expression. "No. Like ... Jose. Short for Joseph." I chuckled into my drink, finally setting it down o...
When it came to sports, Seraphine gave it everything. That's why she needed to wind down. And where better, she thought, than in the hands of a handsome young masseur at the Rackets Club? Only this time, it was different. As Seraphine stretched out on her back, still soaked in her short black skirt and white T-shirt and wiggling her toes to get comfortable...
For Hank The department store was practically deserted for a Saturday afternoon. Caroline had spent the past hour in lingerie and must have tried on twenty bras but still couldn't find just the right one. The problem, she knew, was the size of her breasts. They were just too big. The truth was, her whole body was just a little too bulky at five foot seven a...
Jackie checked her phone. They should be here by now, she thought; it was freezing outside and she'd been waiting for 15 minutes in the parking lot of the condo. Granted, she was a little over-eager; she'd been looking forward to this for months. As she blew into her hands for the 12th time, rocking back and forth from one foot to the other to stay warm, s...
On the day of my twentieth birthday, a small number of my friends met at my house to participate in the birthday ritual. The group included my younger sister; Amy, my best friend since the tenth grade; Hailey, the girl next door; Dawn and Dawn's mother; Mrs. Lassiter. Also present was a casual acquaintance that Gretchen and I had met at the mall. She worked...
After the dance, both Hannah and Ariel couldn't stop talking about the fight between Ella and Riley. They were also amazed at how long the fight went on for. The more they talked about it, the more that itch grew and both knew they wanted to find someone to fight with. They began to throw names around, Kayla, 19, 5'5" 36C, from across the street, Lola, 19,...