This story is dedicated to Dee -- my little midwestde. And she knows why. You will know why when you have completed the rest of our story! * My heart quickened its pace with excitement. That night I finally met my new lover. After chatting with her for weeks over the internet, sneaking naughty little orgasms here and there with her, we barely even knew eac...
PROLOGUE: Nicole had been living at the Saint Agatha's Orphanage in Cottonwood, Rhode Island, for just over a year now; her 18th birthday a few days away. She'd come to stay at the orphanage when her parents had both perished in horrific train accident while traveling from Rhode Island to New York for an Easter celebration; she was nearly 17 at the time and...
Author's Note: Chronologically this story takes place before the events in the Jacqueline and Victoria stories posted here at literotica. It introduces friends of those two. So, I apologise for confronting you with a lot of (probably) new characters and some background stories, but I wanted to get Jacqy and Tory out of the one-on-one cocoon in which the othe...
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...
On we go to the next jolly tale. The auction! The grand prize (me!) had brought quite a haul for the sorority. It was oddly pleasing too. Shade informed me the date was set: the last Saturday in September. It seemed unusual being so long after the event itself. Stacy put the date into my calendar when I gave to her. A raised eyebrow. A nod in response. This...
Hijabi, that's what the world calls women like myself. We who wear the hijab as a sign of feminine piety and chastity in accordance to the rules of Islam. Yet so often, people pay more attention to what's on my head than they do about what's in it. My name is Halima Abdullah, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, provinc...
Drew dropped her bags and fell on the nearest bed. Tired was not the word to explain how she felt. She had just spent the last six hours driving here to Broadmoor College and getting herself registered into the dorm. She closed her eyes and drifted off. The door slamming against the wall made her jump up. She could see boxes being pushed in and hear someone...
It came to pass that when I was 18 years old, I was busted for possession of drugs and sent away to the local juvenile facilities for a term of 3-8 months, depending on good behavior. There would be periodical court appearances to determine whether or not I was completing their supervised Drug Rehab meetings. In Juvy, as we called it then, there were 10 cel...
***Everyone in this story is 18 years of age or older so when I use teen or teenager I'm talking about someone 18 or 19. And yes this is a true story. Please enjoy!!*** Editor : Bigg_Mike * It's been almost three months since my family moved from Rochester, New York to Durham, North Carolina; and it has been hard on everyone... especially for me. I was a...
This is the first part of a new story featuring the characters Jessie and Lizzie which I am writing due to all the good feedback I got for the previous one "A High School Bet", so I would like to thank everybody who has been generous enough to give their comments and support, it means a lot to me. * Lizzie Nichols was on her hands and knees, a six inch coc...