Joanna stopped by my desk on a Friday afternoon, three weeks after the cabin weekend. "Rachel, I want you to meet me at the club after work so we can have a drink and talk. It’s important. Can you be there by six?" She just stood there, staring at me. "Ok," I said. The "club" was just what we called the closest bar to our office building. Joanna and...
It's a strange setup, but incredibly efficient. She has a strap around each of my wrists, and each strap is attached to a strap around her ankle. It feels as if I can do something with my arms, but wherever she wants to move her legs, my arms are dragged along with them. I can't believe how helpless I am. Neither of us is very tall. I'm 5'2", and she might...
Old enemies and new possibilities. * Author's Note I'm in a fairy tale mood again, though this one is much more subdued than the last and lacks the oddball humor that I usually weave in. And let me warn you right now that even though it does include a couple of cute coeds exploring their latent feelings for each other, it's purely a sappy romance with sug...
We got to the high school gym just as the night weight lifting class was getting out. Working for the police department gave me access to the key to the gym, and its weight room. It was the high school's way of thanking us for providing security at all their games and dances. Wendy and I stood upstairs and watched as the class left for the night. I particula...
The view out the porthole was spectacular, and Jane could never quite get used to it. Earth, the blue, white and green bubble floating below in some surreal sea of black. This close you couldn't even see the stars unless you were on the night side; the brightness of the planet completely overwhelmed you. There were six of them on the station, a typical rot...
Part 6 Dawn's first cock. Dawn is a confirmed lesbian to the bottom of her soul. Unlike some militant Lesbians, she does not hate all men out of general principle. She is an intelligent and thoughtful African American born in South Africa. She earned an MA degree from USC in an impressive 4 years. She viewed all people by Martin Luther King's creed: "The...
I show up in high-waisted jeans and a cropped white blouse with a plunging neckline, an outfit designed to capitalize on my big, curvy body. She's already found us a place to sit, and she's bought coffees. When I get to the table, she gets up and gives me a hug. She looks hot. Zipper boots, high-waisted slacks that look painted onto her thickish legs, and...
It was a quite normal day at college. Lectures and tutorials filled the morning and afternoon. It was about 3ish when a pressing matter made me excuse myself from class. I always took my time when visiting the girls room. I believed that pressing too hard would dis figure my little orifice and that to me was the last thing I would ever want. I came from a...
Sindy leaned into the wet sink to relax her face as she gazed at the mountain of greasy plates. It wasn't allowed for the servant girls to let their faces tense up in case any of the guests, at this exclusive hotel, should chose that moment to look at them. Slowly Sindy breathed out to allow a smile to arrive on her lips just as the door behind her came cras...
One week and two days since last entry, diary. SUNDAY. My past week has been... tough. Mom has been coerced into staying in Chicago a bit longer. Okay, so some things she did back when she was a kid were much more surprising than I had known. That mug shot, where she beat up that girl, wasn't the only one she had. Just the first. Turns out that Mom ran...