Author's note: It was the night before Christmas Eve, Sarah Garner-Eriksson spends the night alone because her wife and Mistress Rebecca Eriksson-Garner has to work. She goes out and encounters the scare of her life. This story also deals with the aftermath of an attack. I have to add a warning about a great deal of mush ahead as well as some maintenance spa...
Hi, this is my first story. Please give me any kind of feedback. I'd also like to acknowledge all the stories, good and bad, that inspired me to write my own. Kudos to AsylumSeeker too for taking the time to edit it. --------------------------------- When I'm evaluating a sub, I always look at the eyes first. The eyes tell whole stories about their owner....
Author's note: Apologies for the delay in submitting this chapter. Life has been hectic. I would recommend starting with the first two chapters, if you haven't already. It is not my intent or design to offend, so please be aware that this story has been written for adults of a particular kind: it is unlikely to be everyone's cup of tea. I filed this sto...
A Mistress and Charlotte Playdate * Other Mistress and Charlotte stories for your enjoyment Girl FridayKitten With BenefitsMaid's Day OffA Beautiful NightCharlotte's Opening DayBest Laid Plans * Author's Note The events and characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The...
The name is Catherine O'Neill. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking, blonde-haired and gray-eyed young white woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm athletic, short-haired and tattooed. The toughest Butch Chick this side of New England. I attend Antoine College, a historically black private school with a student body of thirty eight hundred per...
"Ms Holliday will be with you in a moment," the young Ms Dollar said cheerfully, motioning Samantha toward a nice leather chair arranged in the seating area of the headmistress's large, well-lit office. Samantha took a seat. "Would you care for some coffee or water or something while you wait?" Ms Dollar asked. "Some coffee would be great," Samantha said....
Take 7: The Finale I knew that I was in an exceedingly difficult and very worrying position. I was aware that my relationship with Sammi, my eighteen year old lesbian lover, had been building towards something like this. Ever since my daughter, Sammi's school friend, had gone off to South East Asia and Australia on a gap year of travelling, events between S...
Chapter 3 - Lunch at the Polo Lounge Dream: I go into my roommate's room while she's sleeping. It's a hot night and she's sleeping without any covers. She has on a loose tank top and cotton panties. I'm naked and already wet. I seem to recall that I do this every night but know that tonight will be different somehow, although I don't know why. I sit down...
Jane spent her Friday night working her part time job at the massage parlor. Business had really picked up since Veronica started advertising to her other friends. And Jane certainly didn't mind the extra work, especially since she needed the money. The cute and shy Asian girl had taken steps towards becoming a more confident woman. With the help of Veroni...
This is part 3 of the story of my first true love, Becky. I have had several people ask if I am compressing the timeline for dramatic effect, and the simple answer is, "No." I've tried to make sure I am completely faithful to how it actually happened. Over the years I have often relived my time with Becky so of course there may be the bias of rose tinted sp...