Most girls would have cried at the thought of leaving town and starting fresh for their senior year, but Sharon wasn't most girls. She had always felt she was destined for better things, and yet she was always one step behind. She blamed her parent's salaries. Blamed the out of style clothes that were all they could afford. Blamed the hand me down car. Blame...
Recognizing my problem, Kelly knelt beside me and whispered sotto voce. "It's OK, little one. Just relax and you will be able to do it. Attempting to "relax" me, she put her hand on my chest just under my breasts and started rubbing in a circle down to my abdomen and back up again. Her other hand stroked my bare ass. "Come on love," she coaxed. "Let it flow....
Chapter 03 Pierced and Branded Lee Ann looked up through the cage door at her mistress, with a pathetic look on her face. Fear of what was to happen next pushed aside the terrible episodes of yesterday; for the moment. She was a mature woman, feeling sorry for herself, after being subdued and dominated by a young black girl. Lee Ann was vulnerable when s...
1. Making an exhibition of myself My husband, Andrew, decided that we were to move to the country and he would commute. I loved the new house, it was much bigger and nicer. It meant I had to give up my job though. He was in favour of that too, though I missed the interaction and some feeling of worth. But it was nice in many ways not working and it felt muc...
The room was not very large, maybe 12 feet by 18 feet. It had a cathedral ceiling sloping upward, 12 feet at the low end, almost 20 feet at the top, with a large skylight. It was mostly empty, which surprised Shelby. Several chairs, a padded sawhorse with ring bolts at the four corners, an old school desk and table, an armoire which probably contained the eq...
On Sunday morning shortly after dawn, Gina woke when Rebecca spread her legs to get better access to her bare pussy. Her student spread Gina's labia wide, and dove straight in, addicted now to the taste of pussy, and wanting to impress her mentor with what she had learned the previous day. Gina stroked her fingers through Becca's curly red hair, as the teen...
I looked at the priest and asked the question foremost in my mind: "What legend, what prophecy, Father, is associated with me and this sacred Ark?" He looked at me. His eyes were so deep that I felt as though I could drown in them; sensing my faintness, Ana held me. I could feel the tension. He spoke softly, and I felt myself straining to hear his words:...
(This story is not for minors or anyone offended by descriptions of sexual exploration between adventurous women. All characters are … well, you figure it out for yourself. Feedback is welcome, esp. from like-minded Dommes and Subs!) Part 3 "Are you sore?" asked the barely recognizable voice in my ear. I awoke startled to see Heather standing over me in...
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Hello, there. My name is Charlene O'Brien. A five-foot-ten, lean and wiry young Irishwoman with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I'm twenty years old and currently reside in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a Probation Officer with the Brockton Municipal Court system. I'm openly gay, and live alone in an apartment in Brockton's South Side. This s...