The name is Katherine Henderson. Former CEO of Henderson Fashions, a billion-dollar corporation. It's one of the most powerful companies in the world. And I was recently nominated to run it. Then, I lost control of the company after my personal life spiraled out of control. Sometimes, I miss my old life. Running the business world could be fun. The perks of...
Melanie looked at herself in the mirror. Her reflection seemed distinctly blah today. There was nothing distinctive about her. Plain face, average body - not fat, not skinny, legs not long and not short, chest there but not much (B-cup breasts). Her straight nearly shoulder-length brown hair completed the anonymous look. "If the government ever wants a spy,...
It was well past six o'clock when I finished wrapping my tits in those damn bandages to make me look flat. It had taken me thirty minutes to tape my generous C cup breasts down flat enough that you didn't notice them through the sweater. I had to look like a boy if this was going to work out for me. My goal was to pick up a girl at this years Halloween par...
Inspired by an overheard chat, a voyeur remains concealed to listen but has a mini camera in his bag which is positioned carefully, with great risk and captures the scenes and sounds of two young slag mothers, whilst they feed their babies. ***** Having finished my swimming exercises at the local leisure centre and I was having the usual cappuccino. Depen...
It was 2 AM. I didn’t have to work tonight, for a change, but as usual, I could not sleep --- the moon was full --- I never sleep when the moon is full. Everyone in the apartment was in a sound sleep so I decided to take a drive. I wasn’t even sure where I’d go; I would just follow my instincts. I quietly threw on a light summer string strap dress over my...
We only had a couple of days of our stay left before we headed further south to the villa we had rented. Thus far I had been drained by marathon sex sessions on both days of our stay with our old friend Monique, in her cosy and typically rural, French cottage. Today there was football on the television, at least, I thought, I might see some of the game and...
Good morning It's a normal day so far. As I lay curled up on my side in my cell, I watch the first hint of dawn through the barred window high up in the stone wall ten feet above me to my left. It's pretty. All rosy and pink. It's the only light since this cell is pitch black otherwise. I try to scrunch down inside the tattered scrap of rag that's my blanke...
Author's note: This story contains violence and male abuse. Please do not read if you find this offensive or if it doesn't interest you. * I had been grading papers late in my office and was walking across the Quad at the University when my arm was shoved up into the middle of my back, causing me to drop my briefcase. Before I could even react, I was throw...
Anita Anderson Lake is your name. You're a freak. There's no other way to describe you. You have desires and needs that make you feel really weird, even among your girlfriends. On the outside, you look like a prim and proper gal. Five feet eight inches tall, pretty in the face, with curly blonde hair framing a round, friendly visage with pale blue eyes. Your...
The line up for the newest club in town was always long by 11pm. 40 or 50 guys waited patiently, jumping up and down a little in the cold while the hot young women strode through. This is what Jenna and her friend Allison did. They were both only 18, but they had fake id's and cleavage so they usually slipped by the bouncers with no problem at all. All it to...