It was my first night at the 'Gentleman's club'; my boyfriend wanted to show me off to the world for my 18th Birthday. I was shy and wasn't sure I could dance in front of all the men. I told myself I could do it to make Bill happy. Before we left my boyfriend's apartment Bill said I need to be hot and juicy before I could show off. He started playing with pu...
Mr. Anderson didn't know what to do with the girl now that he was done. She remained in the inverted position until he felt he had to shake her out of it. It looked as though she may have stayed there all day, her red gaping ass shining in the sun over the top of her dripping pink chink. She had to taught some manners, this girl, and he knew exactly the pers...
During my second year at university I shared a house with three other girls; Virginia, known by all as Ginny, a slim tall girl, brunette and very outward going; there was Anne, she was the sensible one of the group, very homely, she was quite short but well proportioned and with jet black hair; Lucy was the shy one, but she was the one all the boys fancied,...
Authors Note: • Thanks to LesbianChickLit for editing (I added c.1,000 words post edit) • Please let me know what you think of Chapter 03. I'm eager to learn and the feedback helps me know where I'm going right and, more importantly, wrong. • We pick up things a mere hour or two from where Chapter 02 ended. • Enjoy! A quiet, throaty murmur escaped her...
It was the last day of my senior year at Hurley High School in Virginia after this I was off to Boston University is Massachusetts. Hurley High School wasn't a big high school at all considering Hurley's population was only 3119. I didn't mind, it was a nice place where everyone knows everyone. My last class of the day was History and my teacher Ms. Lockhear...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 10 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MAKING UP FOR NEGLECTING 9 I felt bad for 9 since I had spent...
Sarah was on top of the world. She looked at herself in the mirrored wall of the elevator as it rode her to her level and she liked what she could see. At 27 she was being tipped to be one of the best litigators in the Bay area and was truly liked by all the people she worked with. She remembered Selene's comments about being able to be tough but not give an...
Once again I try to write a short story in English Still of course I can´t always find the words that I would use when writing in German. Anyway this story is including my own person. If it is real, partly real or just a fantasy? – I will not tell. Decide by yourself! I was 21 when I planned to go to the US for a whole summer to improve my English. I was s...
There was an excited murmur going around the break room of S.S.T. Super Food Mart that afternoon. All the talk was about the new store manager, who was being brought in by corporate to fix certain problems that had led to the previous manager's dismissal and subsequent arrest. The store had closed early to allow a full-staff meeting, and the tiny break room...
1. We were having coffee for the third time when things took a surprising turn. She said "You're very good at talking about the game of submission in this sort of academic way, that follows the stories you like to read; limits, safe words, theatrical dungeons, stone floors, chains, stylish leather wear, dramatic lighting, pain and release, a defined play t...