I strongly suggest you read the earlier chapters of the series, as they provide important context about the characters and themes of the series. ********** I could not believe I was in this position, licking the crotch of this middle-aged doctor who only a few minutes before I had been interviewing for my research study on BDSM activities between women. I...
Isabella was drinking her coffee as she gazed out the window thinking about how fortunate she was to be financially secure at the age of 42. Her parents were from Italy but Isabella was born in the states. When she finished school Isabella left her parents back east and headed for California. She worked as a waitress until she discovered her calling as an ex...
This is a continuation of the story Our New Neighbors. The previous story established the characters: Bob and Sherry-husband & wife, mid and early thirties, bi-sexual swingers; Phil & Betty, the new neighbors, same ages, also bi-sexual swingers; and Hillary, mysterious bi-sexual, door-to-door lingerie saleslady. Your invited to read Our New Neighbors before...
I watched her picking potatoes out of a box: my potatoes. She was picking them for me. When she had finished with the potatoes, there were tomatoes, oranges, apples, passion fruit, whatever, anything, it didn't matter, because she could pick them for me and while she did that I could watch her. I don't have a vegetable fetish. She could have been picking ou...
My name is Eloise Jenkins and I'm a young woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm around five-foot-ten, kind of plump, with red hair, green eyes and alabaster skin. I'm an Irish-American lesbian and I'm also a BDSM fanatic. By nature, I am submissive. My Mistress Kendra Jones taught me all I know. She's a six-foot-three, curvy and big-bottom...
Amy never considered herself pretty, but by the time she got to college it was obvious that she was very attractive. Of Korean descent, she had a trim figure with perky breasts, large round eyes, soft shapely lips, and long silky black hair. Above her lip was a tiny black mole. Her blossoming beauty was embarrassing to her. The attention from boys made her f...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. (Hello. I've been away for a while, mostly working on short forms as tricias-captions on Tumblr. But they decided what they decided and I guess I'm back. Longer form requires less attention-deficit disorder. :-) So, I'm not sure what will come of it. Anyway, this is medium-length fiction...
"Everyone starts with one hundred IQ points," I said, handing the bag to Fiona. "Only a hundred?" She examined one of the polished copper pennies. "I'm one-fifty at least." "It's symbolic," I explained. "One hundred or more and you're your normal self. Zero or less and you're a total bimbo. It's not just intelligence, either. It's also focus and inhibition...
As I drove to work this morning I was feeling great. At 31, I had accomplished many of my life goals. I am Sadie and I was just named plant manager at the mid-sized company I work for. I haul in an impressive six figure salary. I am in great shape. I work out 6 days a week. I have an awesome body and beautiful face and most people would refer to me as gorgeo...
The morning mist covered the grass and flowers; it was a beautiful May morning in Georgia. Birds were chirping and a slight breeze rustled the leaves in the trees that lined the long driveway that led to a spacious mansion. It was difficult for Nora to believe that she was only sixty miles out side of Atlanta; it seemed to be a very different world. Nora par...