Note: In case it is not obvious, most of the characters in my story are Asians. English names are common where they live, but they are mostly of Chinese descent. Ryoko is half-Japanese. Chapter 2: Katie and Penny It's now the second week of January. It has been a week since Ryoko moved in. For some reason, she has decided to live with Jim and myself, in th...
It had been a long week for Wanda Catron. She had decided to move in with her former teacher, Anne Franklin, and be her slave. The moving process started Monday, a day off from work. By Friday, combining work and moving, she was all moved in. Wanda had been given a small room down the hall from Anne. The 18-year-old was surprised. After the past month of se...
The music started, the curtains parted, and Wanda Catron wobbled onstage in her four-inch platform heels. The spotlights flared in her eyes, almost blinding her. She reached to her left and found the brass pole. She held on a second, remembering to move her hips to the music. She twirled around the pole, and the trench coat she was wearing flared open, revea...
Daytona. What a cool, magical sounding name for a place. Maybe I feel that way because when I was a little girl I used to sit on my father's lap watching the Daytona 500 on TV with him, and every once in a while they'd even show the motorcycles racing there. My father rode motorcycles. He had quite a few over the years, his favorite being a Kawasaki KZ900....
I awakened to the feeling of a finger finding its way into my already wet vagina. I must have had some wonderful dreams or had been reliving the previous night, because the moment the finger entered me, I felt that warm feeling begin making its way to my still groggy brain. On my left, Kellie was still sleeping, but Robin, on the other hand, had found her o...
I was trying to decide what I wanted to do. I was in a strange city somewhere in Texas. I was headed to San Antonio to see my friend. I was tired of driving and I would finish the drive the next morning. I wasn't expected till the afternoon anyways. I saw a sign for a bar. On the marquee read XL wet t-shirt contest. I decided that could be interesting, so I...
This was my submission for the 2019 Nude Day Erotic Story Contest. Many thanks to ThisNameIsntTakenYet for helpful suggestions. +++ "I'm not a nudist." "Neither am I," Anna-Lee retorted. "But it's National Nude Day." I rolled my eyes. "So what?" "So this is a good day to try something new," Anna-Lee said. "When was the last time you did something for th...
It was 2 weeks after the Indian women tested themselves against Anupama by trying to find out who could make her cum the most. (See the 2 previous stories in this series). I was driving a minibus with the 14 Indian women who were present then and now were the founding members of the Subcontinent Railway Station Sex Club. We were on the way to evaluate an unu...
"Come here." I command in an authoritative voice, and she does, slinking low to the ground, eyes downcast as she pads toward me. She knows that tone, the huskiness of my voice, the slow, calm sound of control that I take on when I'm aroused, when I want to go somewhere to sate my lust. We could stay home- I'd find plenty of ways to entertain myself, as alway...
Author's Note: This isn't my first story, but it is my first short story and has involved a change in my writing style. As such I would be very interested to receive any feedback, comments or criticisms from readers. Sculpted and muscular bodies loitered around the large marshalling area behind the main auditorium stage. A very serious group of male and fem...