Chapter 1 Amy Mrs Jennifer Blair had long accepted that her 19 year old student Amy Johnson now had full control over her. Amy could easily manipulate the lecherous old Head Master any way she wished and with the embarrassing photographs she had of the young teacher, Amy's control was complete. The other problem had was that with her husband Derek having s...
The worst thing about the recession is the fact that there are absolutely no jobs out there. I'm a qualified Graphic Designer, I slaved away at university for three years and yet here I am temping for an insurance firm doing administrative duties whilst slowly losing the will to live. Could it possibly get much worse? Yes. My boss, after just two days of wor...
Well, they say that one should never stereotype, and the five lesbians who stepped out of the taxi clearly didn't conform to anyone's preconceived notion of what a Sapphic night out should look like, although the keen-eyed observer would have spotted that we had covered most of the bases. But, while we may have dressed differently, we were united in a shared...
This was originally part of Passion In Control but I thught it made a good short story in its own right. Hope you like it - do tell me if you do! ************************* 8 o'clock on the dot I arrived at Diane's studio. I was greeted at the door by the hairstylist who whizzed me straight into his room where he immediately put me at ease with his lively c...
Thank you to the fellow author who gave me some of the inspiration for this story and whose advice was invaluable. ******* "Damn!" Alison muttered, rifling through her purse. She patted the pockets in her padded bodywarmer and thrust her hand into each one looking for the missing front door key. It was nowhere to be found and now she was locked out. She we...
Life had been a struggle raising two children while working my way up the male corporate ladder. My handsome husband of twenty plus years had settled nicely into his boring job with surprising contentment. Not me, I wanted more but the price of success had not come cheap. Obviously, the more time I spent at the office the less time I spent with my husband....
We are both feeling horny and it is nearly lunch time so we decide to sneak to the ladies. Just as we get to the ladies you get the urge to shit so we find an empty cubical and go in and locked the door. You begin lifting up your skirt which reveals stockings and suspenders. My heart skips a beat. You lower your pants to just above your knees and sit down o...
Part 3 The Wife Everywoman. I am she. I do just what she does and I feel just what she feels. And then, in a flash, I am No-Woman: not a woman at all, only me, the middle ground between the sexes and not quite either. And for you, for your love, I became that woman. One of those women. Now I can single myself out, point a finger at my own face and say the w...
I'd noticed her a few weeks ago when she moved in next door. She looked about my age, early 30s, a little taller and slimmer than me, and blonde. I later learned her name was Lauren after I took a delivery in for her while she was out. It was our only conversation at this point. She seemed nice. It's nice to feel sexy isn't it? I live on my own and work at...
Jill and I occasionally go to a club in the next town, it's not exactly a gay club, but if people are seen with a same sex partner it doesn't cause a scene. We often saw men dancing together and kissing, same with women, so Jill and I were able to have a night out dancing and carrying on with out bringing to much attention to ourselves. We talked about goin...