This is the third chapter in a series chronicling the transformation of a conservative high school principal's submission to a dominate black lesbian student. It depicts scenes of non-consent and reluctance (no force or physical coercion). If you choose to continue please enjoy. * Friday morning Maggie took her swim as usual. She found herself looking towa...
Author's Note: I would like to apologize to readers of the previous two chapters of this story, as they were posted more than a year ago. Shortly after writing those first two chapters, my life grew much more hectic and this unfortunately got set to the side. Time flies by faster than you think, sometimes! I sincerely regret the unforgivable gap between chap...
It was about four in the wee hours of Sunday morning before Penny got home from the Ladies Network Annual Gala Dinner during which time she, as the newest member of 2007, was the sex toy and major participant in the bacchanalian sex orgy with the hired pole-erotic dancer Mona with whom she took turns licking the cunt and sucking the excited, blood-engorged c...
Lucy couldn't believe who grabbed her hand and was leading her away from her friends. It was Amanda Ashbrooke a model that has been on the cover of magazines and have been on the runway a few times. She wasn't as big as Tyra Banks or Kate Upton but she was a rising star in the modeling industry. She made the sports illustrated swimsuit calendars twice and mo...
This is a edited version of 'Whom You Least Expect'. My thanks go to Axelotto for editing my work and embellish it (I did so many mistakes, you must appreciate an editor when you find one) and KillerMuffin for her article 'Punctuating like a pro' on this site, it was very helpful and made me wonder about what I learned at school. This is a story of discovery...
The steam rose from the street girders in lazy, smoky waves. They were mysteriously lit in different sections by the intermittent street lights surrounding the portal to the underground train. I didn't like the gassy, oily smell of the streets as it was; the steam only served to bring that stench up from the blackened streets to the eyes, nose and mouth of a...
Daughters of the American Evolution - Eve, Ch. 03 (Conclusion) This story is part of a series called "Daughters of the American Evolution." The stories are all based on the concept of an allegedly sinister (some say beneficent) organization called 'Families Interaction Therapists', or FIT, that has put into action a plan to subliminally convert every female...
My name is Amy Cotter and this is what happened on my last day at school. I took a deep breath and looked at myself the mirror. On any other school day I'd be wearing a very different set of clothes. The school code of conduct stated that all pupils should wear a uniform consisting of a white shirt or blouse and either black or grey trousers or a knee lengt...
Hi Everyone, Thank you all for your kind words of encouragement and support, I honestly feel so humbled that I've received nothing but positive comments and feedback on my stories thus far. I appreciate that it's been a long wait for this next story and I thank you all for your patience. I give you fair warning that what follows is by no means a 'quick f...
I want to set the record straight at the start. Though I'm reasonably certain I'd been gay my entire life, that wasn't how my life had gone. Those who believe in fate would say that apparently wasn't the life I was meant to live. That my wants and desires had been subverted by whatever cosmic entity guides the universe. That in the river of life we all float...