Natalie and Me By Susan Greenway [This story involves spanking and caning, as well as play involving bodily functions. If any of this offends you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or over.] * I woke up refreshed and stood up and got myself together. Lately I do have to do this when I stand after lying for some time because I am dizzy and mig...
It was late Sunday afternoon. Natalie wasn’t expecting her parents home until Monday evening, and Claire and her had made good use of the warm weather and Jacuzzi. Since the first time they had had sex they had been playing with each other every waking moment. They had spent the time fondling, licking, fingering and sucking each other until they were too tir...
It was the middle of the semester and since I didn't have very much work due, I decided to take a night off and go to a show that included a few of the singing groups on campus. I was meeting my friend Jessica there, but she always ran late, so I had to wait in the lounge for a while for her. I was pretty bored sitting by myself, and just watched people walk...
There was a knock on the door. Natalie stood and answered it, her long brown hair twirling around her. She wasn't expecting anyone important, so she assumed it was a door-to-door salesman or something. So she was very shocked to see the tall, dark haired woman in the sunshades standing there. She looked vaguely familiar. "Hi, do you mind if I come in an...
I lurched into my dorm room and sat heavily on my bed. Natalie looked up from her studying, and raised an eyebrow. We had only been in school for three weeks, but living together 24/7 we had already bonded as friends. She knew I was upset. "You're back early, Emma," Natalie commented. "It's not even midnight. Did Jimmy get drunk?" "Yeah, but that's not why...
The silvery moonlight filtered through the branches of the ancient forest; the trees that stood sentinel for ages forever leafless. Her footsteps on a forest floor devoid of all life were loud to her ears, disturbing the peace all around her, disturbing the stillness of death. One so vibrant, so full of life, this was not her place. Her presence was unwelcom...
Last week, while walking through the Algonquin College campus in the City of Nepean, Ontario, I came across a vision of beauty. Sagal Hussein, a six-foot-tall and bodacious beauty of Somali and Italian descent. With her curvaceous loveliness hidden by a traditional Islamic long skirt and her pretty face framed by the Hijab, this lady definitely stood out amo...
Hi!! Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know; I suck. This is a long time coming. In my defense, I had an original ending when I posted chapter 3 of Kismet Encounter but wanted it to be so much more. It deserved to be better. So, while trying to somehow better the ending, I decided I wanted to completely rewrite the story. Funny, in hindsight, funny and dumb. I got distr...
I'm a cook. I love my job. The heat, the pace, the pressure - all in a good day's work. If you've ever worked in a restaurant, you know how it can be. Tempers run high, but at the end of the day, all is forgotten. At my particular restaurant (and I'm sure many others), closing is left up to one or two servers and a cook. Those nights are often slow, and aff...
The black BMW slid out of the night and into the enveloping neon light of the underground car park. It didn't take long for the driver to find a suitable spot to deposit the vehicle and as the purr of the powerful engine died, a door opened and the owner stepped out. Long brown hair fell over the slim shoulders of the attractive woman now standing in the car...