Melissa asked, "Would you shave me?" "Certainly. Shave you, give you a full-body massage, scrub you in the shower, wash your hair, paint your toenails or rub your lipstick off with my lips. I'm your volunteer." "You volunteered to shave Emma." "And, I meant it. If it's Ok with you I'd be happy to shave Emma, Jo and Barb. It's an act of intimacy, of friend...
This story is a continuation of the "The Girl Across the Street" story. I urge you to read the first and second chapters before reading this. This chapter will make more sense if you do. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of th...
Authors note: This storyline has very little sex in it so if you are looking for a stroke piece this won't be it. Thank you very much to Paul who has volunteered to edit for me as I attempt to finish off this series. Enjoy! ~Ellie * As the first light of day stained the night sky, thirteen men and women sat upon their bikes, their faces set in grim determ...
Chapter 19: Desperation Aiya looked on as the Professor tapped her foot, waiting at the door. Her features drawn up in a twisted smile. The girl didn't want to be here, and after seeing her friend in such a submissive situation... Yeah, it turned her on, but at the same time, it frightened her. The thought of Tasha in a similar state... "Ayla, come now, I...
I do apologize for the long wait on this chapter. I got a little distracted with life. You know how that goes. I tried to make this chapter a bit steamier and longer to make up for the missed time. I hope you enjoy please vote and comment. I read them all. ~sylentpoet~ *** "You speak? There is no record of your kind doing so before now." Sienna said to t...
Most of the mail I get is ordinary. Number ten sized business envelopes, white, with an address label affixed and a return address. A few have unusual stamps but most have the Liberty Bell stamp in the corner or a thing that says they sent so many of these letters that they got a special price. I average maybe twenty letters a day in my mail box. Mostly ordi...
Peter stood talking to his friends for a moment, and then one of them, a tall lanky looking kid with blonde hair started walking towards her. She recognized him almost immediately. Brad Jensen. It was another one of the guys that Peter played with on the basket ball team, and in all likelihood, his best friend as he was the first to come walking over. He act...
Pinky's cousin Paige was staying over, rooming, with his sister Madeleine, and 4 of their friends were over. Lena, Mya, Ayla, and prettiest of all, Naomi. Madeline and her party of 6 were told that both main rooms and kitchen would be fair for them all night. All they had to do was stay out of Pinky's room, and Pinky was told to just stay in his. They partie...
Ashven was waiting in the abandoned school, not having found anything of interest during her patrol. She was sitting in the cellar, uncertain wether to leave or to stay, torn between her fear and her lust. Three days ago, she had faced Zargal, an alien terrifying the city and she was unable to forget the savage rape she had suffered. Now here she was, sittin...
This novella, like several of my other stories ("Julia and Mr. Page," "Slave Girl Emily," "Pipit," and "Kitten and the Wolf," to put them in chronological order) is set in a fictional circle of BDSM practitioners in New York. It is not necessary to read the other stories to enjoy this one, which is designed to stand on its own. If you like this and decide to...