Rita was sobbing at the kitchen table; she worried how she could survive and take care of her 18 year old daughter Kimberly. The 37 year old mother was distraught; her whole world had turned upside down in an instant. No sooner had Kim went off to school when her husband called to tell her that he cleared out their bank account, was running off with another...
Wanda snapped shut her cell and wondered if she'd have the lissome filly that day. Sketching her from memory, the young housewife was almost petite - shorter than Wanda, at least. Trim but somewhat mousy behind her serious glasses, once she slipped them off, her face bloomed to radiance. Her sensuous lower lip and irresistible smile told Wanda there was spi...
A/N: Another story featuring submissive Sarah and her Mistress, Rebecca, from my earlier stories "The 14th Anniversary", "My beautiful Sub" and "Choosing Corner Time". It takes place a few weeks after Sarah received her permanent collar from her Mistress, about seven months after their first meeting. Note on the timeline. "The 14th anniversary" and "My beau...
The confessions are usually pretty lame: Wearing make-up or feeling funny while watching Justin Bieber but occasionally you get a juicy one and that's a good guide to who might succumb to my charms. I see Peter, tall, thin, serious, awkwardly raising his hand and I feel a bit sick: it's unusual for one of the boys to confess anything. Surely he's not going t...
I know better, but I can't help myself. I needed to know... She warned me that I would be punished if I didn't obey. So what do I do? I disobey, so she bound me, gagged me and made me watch two of her fairies make such passionate love that I cried a river. Why cry, you may ask? I cried because the sight was so beautiful and magical. To make it worse she tou...
Well it has been 2 months since I started my new job as receptionist at the L&C School of Writing it has been quite the experience for me to work for 2 mistress's who look after my every need...and I mean every need. I have been told to wear the clothes for work which I must no deviate from, it consists of a crisp white shirt which only buttons up as far as...
Fighting crime ain't all that it's cracked up to be. * For Sabina -- the original Angry Lesbian Death Machine * Author's Note This story has been floating around in my head for a while and has always ended up as half finished. Well, after several starts and stops, I finally polished it off. It's an odd mixture of silliness, seriousness, and of cour...
Days passed. Jane had been at the M.I.L.K. facility for a week now. She was now unrecognizable compared to how she looked after her arrival, Jane changed: her hips widened to the point of sticking out past her shoulders, she gained a bit of weight around her belly and butt, and her breasts swelled to a D cup. Still, her chest failed to measure up to the bust...
A story of love and sacrifice. * Author's Note Much like the title of the story, this tale is a bit experimental for me as well. It is my first story written in the third person point of view. It's also my first attempt at a tragedy. But fear not, if you are a regular reader, you know that I am a sucker for happy endings. So tragic, yes, but not terribly...
I was just a tad nervous as Beth and I strutted up the sidewalk to the front door of the ranch-style house. I was wearing red leather mini-skirt and knee high boots, with a black top. Beth had on her leather jeans, and a white t-shirt. Hand in hand, we approached the front porch, knocked on the door, and Angel greeted us with warm kisses on each of our cheek...