EMILY'S STORY My name is Emily Sterling. I'm a college student, attending USC, my parents, and sister are all apparently wonderful and happy. We live in a beautifully appointed house in Los Angeles - what could be better? The problem is, I'm miserable. Maybe I should start at the beginning. My sister Kira and I have always been very close, which is unders...
(This is the first in a series of stories I've been planning. No drama, no massive emotional upheaval, just the fun of a couple of uninhibited coed college roommates in the middle 1960's. Not actually based on any real persons. Well, maybe a little. Okay, maybe I did once know a couple of girls kinda like Kim and Pam and maybe they... Kim, what are you doing...
Note: Dear readers, this is a continuation of my story "The Subjugation of Rita" which was very well received. I've had much positive response and have been inspired to continue to story, focusing on the first time 18-year-old Rita visits her mature Mistress. I would like to acknowledge the very valuable help I have received from Jjohnr3 in editing this sto...
Attention: This is a fictional story, it isn't true. You need to be eighteen years of age or older to read it because it is of a sexual nature. If you are not eighteen or you don't like sexual themes in stories please go to another web site. Now I will describe the characters in this story. Mendy is an 18 year old white female. Her skin is soft, muscled and...
The weekend had gone slowly for both girls, it had also been extremely different. Kelly followed the orders of her mistresses, each time she masturbated or took a piss she did so without pulling down her panties. Each time she did, she could felt the presence of Haley looking down upon her. Haley's weekend was one of preparation for the coming week, she had...
It is 10:00 a.m. When she gets to my place. She shuts the door, locks it, and well, we attack each other. Oh god her kisses are so sweet....caressing the soft smooth flesh against mine, nipples hardening, hot breath wisping across my breast. She pushes me back into the bedroom and across the bed. She grabs the lotion and starts massaging my legs, going up an...
Gina Bianchi was a prima ballerina touring the United States for the first time. She was traveling with her choreographer, her manager and a personal assistant. They had arrived at JFK just before ten P.M. and now, with two full luggage racks and bell hops trailing behind them, the entire group made it into two separate elevators and up to the twenty third f...
The first biker bar she saw did not register as anything but a bunch of motorcycles parked around a seedy looking bar. Then she saw many tough looking females standing around and noticed there were no males. The biker males stayed away from the place after a few encounters with the vicious females but sometimes an unsuspecting male or two would wander in and...
I slept until about noon on Friday. I had to be at the radio station at four to do my production before going on the air at seven. I rolled out of bed to take a quick bath. As I sank down in the hot water I started thinking about last night and my conversation with Terri. I could feel myself getting all hot and bothered again. My hand wandered down to my cu...
School had started on a Wednesday. It was now Thursday, the second day back from summer break. Samantha had worn a nice dress shirt tucked into matching dress pants. Today was going to be different, Samantha vowed. Nothing was going to get under her skin. She wasn't going to let her libido or her fantasies get the best of her. She was a teacher and teaching...