Lisa struggled against the uncomfortable position, but it was no use. Her head was stuck through one hole in the pillory, and her hands through two others. She was standing, and her ankles were trapped as well, leaving her forcibly immobile in a bent-over position. Worse, her ankles were trapped painfully far apart and forward, which meant that her hips and...
Ms Rider had been my Professor for exactly ten minutes when I realised that there was going to be an issue. Not only had I come to terms with my sexuality over the summer and started hooking up with girls, but I had discovered the niche of women over the age of thirty we're what turned me on the most. Sitting in the sunny classroom the first day back at univ...
The sudden predatory gleam in those ice blue eyes marked the change from what had up until then been a couple of drinks shared by old friends, to something else. Something that was darker, something that held an implicit but forbidden invitation. Even though her relaxed posture didn't change, the sudden charge in the atmosphere was unmistakeable. I could tas...
Maybe it was something about flights, but they always made Cynthia drowsy. She hadn't planned on falling asleep on the plane, but she'd done so anyways. This wasn't anything new. It seemed she just couldn't stay awake when the flight was in motion and she did feel just a little bit guilty for that. Sasha had been generous in offering to fly her to a weekend...
I love watching her in the kitchen. The precision with which her hands move as she prepares even the simplest of dishes is nothing short of sensual. She is truly dedicated to food, taste, and art. We have been friends since grade school, so it surprised no one when we got an apartment together during our second year of college. We were compatible - the best...
I walked briskly to the door, ignoring anything in my peripheral vision, praying that I wouldn't run across anyone I know. This was the scariest part, but the fun was about to come. A bell was attached to the door, and it jingled when I entered. I stood in the sparsely decorated lobby, and soon a door opened. It was Jeannie. She was dressed in black yoga pa...
We don't see each other for a while. It's okay — we're sleeping together, not dating, and even though it's the best sex of my life, we live across the country from each other and we haven't had a conversation about what we're doing, what we are to each other. Or even whether we're dating other people. I haven't been. I'm busy, with work and the gym and my...
** Thanks for reading! I loved the feedback and emails from the first part of this series! Please continue to send me your opinions and requests! I am still looking for an editor. If anyone is interested, please let me know!! Since I don't have one, there may be some errors. Please enjoy! ** Chapter 5 It was the first full week of school and I did everythi...
Janine's hands were shaking as she punched the keypad of the elevator next to the "Penthouse" button. She had been asked to come up to Deidre's penthouse by an invitation sent through Marjorie, just as the costume party was winding down. It was a shock to her when Marjorie said she would not be coming along. Her new and dodgy European friend then disappeared...
I had been quite determined to stay out of trouble, and for a nearly a month after the fight at the bar I did. Actually, I didn't even find more trouble, but I suppose it sort of found me. It wasn't supposed to lead me becoming acquainted with Cole's paddle that hung on the wall of her bar. It didn't even start in the bar. It started at the cafe 'Round the...