Chapter Seven: Between the shafts of a cart The hands of her watch showed a square angle when Cathy entered the courtyard: nine o'clock sharp. The sun was shining above Charissa, as it usually did in the month of Rose. The New State had changed the names of the months: instead of Roman gods and imperators, they were now named after the nicest Auronian flowe...
Slowly, hesitantly, Helen made her way between the rows of desks and up to the front of the class. Like all the girls she was dressed in the school uniform of a white blouse and a knee length pleated tartan skirt. Her palms were sweaty and her heart was thumping. There was complete silence from the rest of the pupils but a buzz of expectation filled the room...
Fanny regarded her teacher with fascination from where she sat at the back of the classroom. Qafira was so very thin. Were they all as thin as her where she came from? Almost all skin and bones. Hardly any fat on the woman at all. She knew that Qafira would get plenty of stick for her thinness. People would wonder whether she'd eaten well. Or whether she was...
The next few days in Ilocos, Philippines were spent visiting various friends and relatives in and around her hometown, as well as a little sightseeing for me. We visited Rizal Park which had a little zoo and pool, and the Sinking Bell Tower. The people were friendly everywhere we went. The nights were spent with my little 5 foot girlfriend riding me while ta...
Prologue: Elle Cohen studied her reflection in the mirror and she could hardly believe her eyes. Her bare breasts -- round C cups -- were bound with soft black rope. The rope made exactly 3 loops around each breast, hooked around her shoulders, and circled the back of her neck to create self-bondage. Overall, the rope formed a makeshift bra that warped h...
The morning mist covered the grass and flowers; it was a beautiful May morning in Georgia. Birds were chirping and a slight breeze rustled the leaves in the trees that lined the long driveway that led to a spacious mansion. It was difficult for Nora to believe that she was only sixty miles out side of Atlanta; it seemed to be a very different world. Nora par...
It's early Saturday morning & Sara is coming into school for math tutoring. Her teacher, Mrs. James, is waiting. She is in lifted spirits. She's finally 18! No one can tell her what to do anymore! "Hello Sara." Mrs. James cheerfully greets her. "Hello Mrs. James. Thank you for your help." "No problem. Let's begin with factoring." They sit & go over facto...
There are two main categories for this piece. Lesbian Sex and Fantasy (supernatural hero stuff). Enjoy. There she was. My old high-school teacher, my first crush ever. Her green eyes sympathetically looking into mine. Her fingers brushing strands of hair out of my bloody face. "Are you alright?" her lips form these words that don't register in my ears...
Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place in the past shortly after Title IX of the Education Amendments Act of 1972 passed. Before this, girls who were interested in high school sports could only join the GAA (Girls' Athletic Association). If you enjoyed this story, please check out Shari Holds A Torch...there are also a few more stories featuring the same ch...