Chapter One I was writhing in pain as blood flowed down my forehead in into my eyes. My husband of ten years standing above me in yet another drunken rage of fury. Darkness was soon to overtake me, as it had many times before. But, before darkness takes me to oblivion, a thud lands beside me and a flowing gown sweeps past my vision...but only for an instant...
This is the third in the Girl Scout Moms series. It starts where Part II left off, so you'll want to read the first two before reading this one. * The next few days after my encounter with Jill at the campout were uneventful. Except for my near-constant rubbing my pussy and diddling my clit while thinking about Jill's sweet pussy. And Anna's too. And the...
Disclaimer: If you are under 18 and/or offended by descriptions of lesbian sex, domination and submission, then please don't read. The action gets pretty intense. Otherwise feel free to comment via email: I enjoy hearing from readers, especially since this is my first time writing erotica. Thanks to Jen for encouraging me to get it all out there. And to Alex...
Lara had just dropped off her two daughters at school but, instead of turning around and going back home, she waited at the school gates with the other parents. Today was the end of term school party and the parents had been invited to attend a short concert before the party began. Lara noticed that some of the older schoolgirls were still walking in after t...
Chapter 2 Initiation Dawson woke up Monday morning and threw the covers off herself, revealing her short, light-blue t-shirt and black panties. She looked over at Alison who was getting out of her bed as well, wearing a sleek pink nightie. They looked at each other and gave a nod. "Well, here we go. This is gonna be one hell of a week," Dawson yawned as s...
It had been a long week for Wanda Catron. She had decided to move in with her former teacher, Anne Franklin, and be her slave. The moving process started Monday, a day off from work. By Friday, combining work and moving, she was all moved in. Wanda had been given a small room down the hall from Anne. The 18-year-old was surprised. After the past month of se...
Sue grew up in central Florida in the 1980s. Her parents divorced when she was 12 years old, which changed life much for the worse for her and her mom, who received no money, only the house from the divorce settlement. As a result, they found themselves living in a neighborhood they could no longer afford but with nowhere else to go. Sue's mom had not worked...
The door slammed behind me and I was out… out on my ear, out on my arse…whatever. I was out. I walked a little down the road, stopped, turned. I want to go back. I sat down on the cold, damp pavement, my last attempt to stop my feet from walking back to that house. There's no turning back girl! You hate it there, you know you do! I recited the famili...
Authors Note: This story is a continuation of my previous story called Balance of Power where a school social worker submits to a teenaged schoolgirl Bully getting in far deeper than she ever intended. While it has been written with the stand-alone reader in mind, your enjoyment of the following will most likely be enhanced if you read Balance of Power first...
The most important thing for you to understand before telling you of the following incidents is—I am straight. I have loved men all my life. I have never even thought—much less fantasized—about a relationship with another woman. Without understanding this, my story becomes commonplace, not worth the telling. I’d been married a year at the time, to a wonder...