She walked around the room, bumping shoulders with drunks and teeny boppers, who were lost in dancing the night away. The room was crowded, the haze of smoke made her eyes squint and sting as she pushed past another drunken teenager who was dancing with a drink in their hand. This time however, she didn't manage to escape unscathed and the leather vest she w...
Pedagogue I was wondering when she was going to come to me. Emilia Keating strides into my office. My failing student radiates the confidence that family wealth and a major sorority presidency grants. Her expression lets me know she has something in mind. It will be something manipulative and rather unethical. Just like her mother. That memory tries to ma...
Authors Note: This is a direct continuation of the first chapter of this story 'Natalie Submits', so to understand the full context it might be best to read that first! :) I could barely get the events of two nights ago out of my head. Fuck what had I been thinking? I wish I could have blamed the booze, god knows I'd drunk enough of it that night. But I kn...
Chapter 30 Aleeyah slumped to the floor, legs still splayed by the spreader bar; Emily gave her no warning and struck her defiant ass with force. "Aleeyah, did you like your pussy being licked?" Aleeyah didn't respond. Emily knew that she had, she watched her writhe with pleasure, watched as her pussy coated Natalia's face. Emily struck her again twi...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to an ill MastersWench, who through her feverish brain found a way to kick me on the right path and catch my stupid blunders! 'Preciate you, girl! And thanks to my Scots friend for his linguistic skills!! We last left off a week earlier with Hamish and Gayle having breakfast in bed for her winning the bet and a horrible second date fo...
Although it will be a lengthy read by now I really do recommend you start this saga from the beginning. My dearest Chantal was up and about nice and early on Friday, her now hectic life was not tiring her at all. Just a couple of months ago she was an innocent housewife back in England who had only had vanilla sex with her husband. In this short time she h...
The jarring sound of the alarm woke Kristy the next morning. As she took in her familiar surroundings, she had the brief notion that the whole weekend had just been a bad dream. Then she stretched and hissed as her body protested, the welts on her skin stinging and her abused muscles aching. She put her hand to her head in dismay and cursed as she felt the t...
Ceaselessly, my heel taps frenetically- i'm all nerves. i can't tell if it's the coffee or the lack of release, but i can't sit still. my senses are heightened and everything is painted with a surrealistic tinge. Every part of me is hyper sensitive to the mystery waiting for me up on the twelfth floor- i have the room number, i have the instructions ingraine...
Note: Another thank you for the everlasting patience of my readers. This is still not yet the last installment - it's been quite difficult with writer's block and my new job. But! Rehearsal has started up again, so.... On a different note, I am thinking of doing a revision of this story (all 7 chapters) and I would love to get some constructive feedback (vi...
There was a knock at the door. I was brought out of reverie as the pounding intruded on my consciousness. Lost somewhere between deep thought and real life, I'm caught off balance by this disturbance; my writing interrupted, a new world put on hold. In a daze, I opened the door, wondering idly who it might be. There stands a man on my front step whom I do...