Bradley and I met at work. She works on the food side of the store and I work on the other side in toys. She likes to pick on me because I'm short. She's tall and slender. She also likes to wear a hat, I like that on her. We always sit a different tables in the brake room, I always find my self looking over at her as she listens to her music. I walked up to...
I was standing in front of my tiny, jumbled closet looking in vain for suitable clothes to take to New Orleans. It had been sooo easy down in the Caribbean because all I needed was a couple pieces of floss to wear over my itty bitty titties and Brazilian waxed coochie. Rich, poor, who knew when you're half naked and dripping wet? Who am I, you may be asking...
*This is a sequel to the last story I wrote so it probably would make more sense if you read it first! Thank-you to everyone who voted and left the lovely comments. x It had been three weeks since my encounter with Erica. She had not tried to make contact with me afterwards but every time the phone rang the identity of the caller disappointed me. I found...
Written by request Dena lay in her bed, pondering the day. Today was 'her' day. Her responsibilities taken care of, her calendar clear. The satin sheets might have seemed a little extravagant but she liked how they made her naked body feel when she slept. She arched her back in a morning stretch and her nipples grazed the fine fabric immediately bringing th...
The ship rocking gently at port, a shaft of moonlight moves slowly across the floor, finding the bed and illuminating my body, naked with the sheets twisted about me. Still asleep, breathing softly. The sound of the waves and the creaking of the vessel amongst them providing a relaxing environment that invites sleep. A wench enters the room, carrying a tray...
After leaving the basement Alexis White returned to her office, where she pulled out the bottle of whiskey that she kept in a file cabinet. Emptying her coffee cup into a potted plant, she poured herself a good stiff drink and sat down at her desk. It had been an eventful day, and some questions had been raised that would need answering. But at the moment t...
She would often catch my eye when I would visit my mother at work. Sometimes I would stop and chat with her on my way out. Her name was Ann. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous, in fact she was often overlooked but I found her attractive. It was her eyes. It took a few conversations to put my finger on it but after I had it seemed so starkly obvious. Her eyes were...
Later in the week the level of sexual activity at Alpha Beta Delta decreased, as the girls became preoccupied with preparing for the open house that Saturday. The entire first floor, which was where the party would take place, was thoroughly cleaned; decorations were put up and a menu planned. Jenny grew increasingly anxious as the day grew nearer. Life at...
Volume I: The Ship of the Terrible Chapter I November 14th, Year 41 After the Return of the Tsarine (A.R.T.) My body was leaning forward, moving quick, like a vulture from the steppe. I rest my arms but not for long, then I clench and lean back, dropping my body down. And again forward, and again on the back. And again. And once more. That's how the serf...
My name is Donna Wilson. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed white chick living in the Meadowlands area of Ottawa in Ontario, Canada. I'm a student at Algonquin College, majoring in the field of Nursing. At least that's my day job. What I do at night is altogether different. I'm a BDSM fanatic. And I have a vested interest in Race Play, one of...