Christie was on the 30-th floor of a modern high-rise office tower, only a floor below the plush and universally famous restaurant that the building was known for. Although she had never been there, The Mile High, with its pseudo aircraft type seating and servers dressing like airhostesses or stewards was the hottest restaurant in town. The Maitre D, it was...
(Dedicated to my kind and stern editor who measures my words into strict order and then interprets my meaning so skillfully.) * * * * * Paris, the summer of 1929, 'the last summer' we called it later, remembering the October Crash; it was the end of an era but I also remember it as the summer of my awakening. It seems like yesterday. A heat wave had swept...
This is a continuation of my story The Stacks My head was spinning as I locked up the library and drove home that evening. Natalie's note left no doubt that she had planned her moves so I would watch her masturbating back in the stacks. She had been completely successful: I had willingly allowed her to lure me into being her audience. And if she had intende...
NOTE FROM THE AUTHORS/ARTISTS - This series is a series about a girl named Hannah who has discovered that she actually has magical powers (levitation, teleportation, telekinesis, telepathy, mind control, and a whole heck of a lot more). She in turn uses her powers to have amazing sexual adventures with various partners as well as her friend Cindy. This serie...
I was sitting quietly in the principal's office, waiting for Ms. Victoria to come in after speaking with Ms. Horne, the school's science teacher. Beside me was Brianna. We never got along, mostly because Brianna was so obnoxious, and being placed as lab partners only fanned the flames. Brianna had just moved here from Detroit. I don't know much about her,...
Summary: An older business woman is slowly dommed by a younger bitch. Thanks to MAB7991 for his editing and story suggestions. BECOMING A LESBIAN SLAVE 1. A trivial beginning I couldn't believe it had come to this...getting outside help. I had run this business for almost twenty years as the owner and main decision maker and we had been successful throug...
It was an average Monday morning for Ms. Williamson, droning over the PA system that day's lunch menu, reminding students and staff of upcoming school events and calling students down to the office to pick up late slips. She worked in the high school office as a form of glorified secretary, the work was monotonous and tedious, often times lacking the level o...
The hotel room was nice, but subdued. Muted grey and beige furnishings, clean, elegant swirling patterns on the accent pillows and bed runner. It was not unlike any number of airport hotel rooms I'd been in. I opened the drapes a little, keeping the sheers drawn; I liked how the mid-afternoon light was playing across the floor. The carpeting had a luxurious...
7I really should introduce myself a little before I tell you about Natalie and the stacks. I'm 38 years old; a single mom - widow, actually - with a fourteen year old daughter. I have a degree in library science and work in the library at a local university. I don't date very much - not that I couldn't. I run or work out just about every day and at 5"6", 126...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. * (Content warning: Power differences, blackmail) "Honestly, Tamara... I'm appalled at your lack of progress this week." Tamara stood there, clutching one arm with her other hand and averting her eyes from Saskia's icy cold glare, her words incinerating and aggres...