'Josie ... Come in, come in ... I'm so glad you could help me out like this.' Mistress Megan held open the door to her apartment, and as I walked in, I felt the normal jumble of emotions rise up and threaten to overwhelm me. I had received a text message from her at 4.30, while I was sitting rather bored in a meeting at the bank where I work. I was helping...
"Samantha, I need those documents on my desk by today evening!" barked a voice nearby and I looked up to see my boss glaring at me. "Yes Sir, I am almost done." I replied back, a bit vaguely. "Good. Take up that production report after this." Saying that, he went back to his cabin. Was I unmindful and day-dreaming? Maybe I was. Perhaps my employer had notic...
Hello and welcome to my readers. This is my first submittal to Literotica. I hope you enjoy it. Your comments, feedback and votes are heartily encouraged. My sincere thanks go out to Alex the Cat for her advice, suggestions and encouragement to this novice writer. -------------------------------------- "Meg's, Meg's, wake up, beautiful." "Nooo, Rache', d...
All characters are ficional. No reproduction of any part of the story without express, written consent of the author. This is a work of fiction, any relation to any real person is completely unintentional. ____________________________________________ Megan had been a professor at the college for over 8 years and she'd never seen a girl like this. Tall an...
Megan Reece had always done well at school and thus it was no surprise to her family and friends when she graduated as a teacher from university. She had worked hard studying geography, her favour subject. Teacher training had been relatively easy too. Whilst her fellow students had enjoyed their newfound freedom Megan continued as she had during her schooli...
Megan was sitting on a warm beach, tanning. All around her were women; there was not a man in sight. Hundreds of attractive women, in sexy bathing suits. She wanted to get up and run, but she also wanted to stay. Stay and see if she could get one of them to come over and join her in her spot. Stay and see if she could get one of them to come back to her hote...
This is a work of lesbian fiction, and is only intended for like-minded individuals. I hope you enjoy, please mail me your comments and love at the link below. An Examination for St. Mary's. I opened the envelope with trembling fingers and took out the hand written invitation inside. I knew it was from Mistress Megan, the girl I couldn't keep from my mind...
"Does a spanking hurt?" asked Megan in a sweet, innocent little voice. "Well, I guess you could say that it hurts kinda good," I laughed, thinking to myself that we had found a golden treasure in this sweet girl. "What do you mean, BethAnne?" I could almost feel her eyes on my nicely reddened buns. "Mmm. It's a bit hard to explain. A spanking or a whippin...
Megan could not get Cindy off her mind all week; it has been this way since their first meeting at the laundry room. She couldn't forget how she looked, felt, tasted or the way she moaned when she came hard. Every night she went to sleep she fantasized about her, which resulted in her running her hands over her body, massaging her tits, twisting her nipples...
Megan loved pistachios and remembered reading somewhere that when the nut ripened the shell would open halfway to expose the nut inside. She had also read that in Iran the ripe pistachio was referred to as khandan, which meant laughing. One reason she liked the pistachios so much was the way it opened, with the hidden nut inside, reminded her of her lover'...