"Why do we have to join a sorority, anyway?" Lisa whined to her friend. "They do mean things like hitting pledges with paddles, isn't that right? Shelly told me it was all very humiliating!" "Yes," responded Lori, "but Shelly was a Zeta-Gamma. You and I are pledging Phi Kappa Alpha, which is exclusively for female athletes, so I seriously doubt we'll have t...
Summary: A young lesbian soccer coach seduces a rich upper class mother. NOTE: A special thank you goes to Steve B for his editing suggestions and Estragon for his exhaustive copy editing work. * Layla loved summer: the hot sun, the sandy beaches and the soccer season. Layla was 21 years old and had just finished her second year of college on a soccer sc...
NOTE: In the first part (Submissive Soccer Moms: Rich Bitch) Layla seduces and Dommes harshly a stuck-up rich soccer mom, Sammantha. Introduced only briefly is another soccer mom, the shy, sweet, Clara. This story is the touching story of a much different seduction. NOTE 2: As always, a special thank you to Estragon for his dedicated copy editing of this an...
She stood at the window of her room for a few minutes enjoying the cool breeze that gently lifted the pale lavender sheers to each side. In the weeks to come, the breezes would change to the hot draughts of summer or would still to nothing at all. She wanted enjoy the caress of the soft flowing air on her naked body before attending to the afternoon's busine...
For as long as I can remember the most important item in my life has been books. I remember in year one being taken into the school library where we were told that we could select a book to take home to read. Of course, the teacher meant picture books with a little writing that our parents could read to us: I selected a massive book that my mother told me wa...
PROLOGUE: WHAT IS LOVE? L-o-v-e. Just four tiny letters. Love. Just one simple word. Love. No two people would create the same definition. Love. So many different kinds; so many different emotions. I love my mother; I love my decaf mochas; I love my teddy bear from when I was three; I love the Big Bang Theory; I love to read; I love teaching; I love wea...
Madame Lambert looked like the pictures one saw in the fashion news but she looked more tired in person. She was nearing 80 years old and the fashion empire that she had built was thriving but she was still active, creating new products and new lines of clothing. The reason I met her was that she was looking for an older model (35-40) to be the face of a new...
It's exhilarating how freedom can change your life when you finally get a taste of it. Well, that's what I initially thought when I first laid eyes on Denice. It was a somber afternoon as I walked through the meadow next to my house. Flowers of all kind were in bloom and my spirits were high. I was in my own little world when I stumbled on her lounging next...
It was nearly 9:00 when Sharon rolled over and looked at the clock. The party the night before went on well into the morning, and to say the least, Sharon had had quite a night. As she lay there in her bed, eyes half closed, she remembered the feel of Janet's hands on her body. She could feel the way Janet took control and the way her own body responded to...
My life was changing. I had been a moderately successful fashion model who had suddenly become a minor celebrity by having my head shaved and appearing as the ancient Egyptian queen Nefertiti in a series of ads and appearances about a new cosmetic line. For a few months I was almost an object of worship for those who were fascinated by my bald head. At firs...