Elena's Tales – Part 4 It had taken all summer, and well into autumn, with several visits to the stylist, but Elena had finally achieved the look she had been wanting. Standing in front of the faculty bathroom mirror, she admired her reflection as she ran the brush through her strawberry-blonde waves. "So much better than jet-black," she sighed. That exper...
"Your extra towels, Ms. Miller," she said, laying them neatly on the table near the pool. It was Kathleen's third day on the job. She was a maid for the upper class, and at the age of 36, her resume was already impressive. It included service for the financial elite, celebrities, and even a brief stint in the White House. Now here she was, working proudly...
Everybody in this story is over eighteen. You should be too! Perhaps it will only make real sense if you have already read 'Fenella's Feelings' – an 'exhibitionist' story. Fenella takes up her own story:- My experience in the shoe-store, when the original, male, assistant wasn't around, and a pretty young girl helped me try on a pair of high-heeled, sexy b...
Alice A sense of dread hung over me as Nicole and I exited the hotel room. It was the Friday after my own humiliating prom where I was so preoccupied with the latex and bondage elements hidden in the little mermaid's ball gown I wore that I failed to notice Nicole's true scheme, adapting the tulle of my dress to become transparent in the bright light of a c...
Note: Greetings to all! This will be the first of four or five chapters. All feedback is gratefully accepted. This is a work of fiction. ***** Dani Dani rang the doorbell and looked around, wondering what the hell was wrong with the owners of 435 Canopy Wood. The neighborhood was high-class, with big, brick houses, huge lawns and pave-stone driveways li...
The day was clear, the weather wonderful and I was going to finally dive the Great Barrier Reef for the first time. I'd been in Australia for a few days and finally gotten a little acclimatized to the time change. Being 12 hours out of sync with the world is hard, but this was the right way for me as I'm a night gal. I love to stay up late. I laid my bag d...
Alice - Friday, late evening As I sat on the back of the motorcycle alone with my thoughts I could not help ponder the mess I was in. My parents, discovering the military research the university my father worked for was doing took it upon themselves to steal and release evidence forcing an embarrassing shutdown of the program. The one catch was the police h...
Author's Note: As the title suggests, this story picks up from A Date With The Devil. It also includes a degree of male/female sex and unholy acts, which some people may find disturbing. ***** Chapter Nine (Saturday 5th June 2010) Mary Rose had sailed through her Friday evening function with great aplomb. Well, visibly she had. None of the other attende...
"Hey Candace, break time," I yelled through cupped hands at the pretty Nordic looking blonde on the lifeguard chair. With tremendous agility, Candace climbed down and sprinted for the ladies locker room. After spending three hours on the lofty perch, a much needed bathroom break was in order. I gazed at the retreating figure with longing. While most of my...
I felt warm. I opened my eyes and looked around. The windows were full of sunlight and I was wrapped in a comforter on the couch. I sat up. I was naked and a shower was running. "What happened? Where was I?" I thought. A fleshy ten-inch dildo was on the end table--Annette's apartment! I began to recall the morning's activities. I stood and stretched to the...