Jarod Afiotor paused before adding another brush stroke to the canvas and stole another glance at his teacher. Yes; she was looking at him again. Jarod smiled winningly at her. Suzanna Cavendish coloured slightly and pretended to examine a piece of sculpture one of the other convicts had created. Mrs Cavendish seemed full of admiration for the sculpture: "D...
Six feet tall, blonde-haired, green-eyed, curvy and attractive, Dr. Margot Robertson cut an imposing figure, although her stylish pantsuit softened up her image a little bit. Born in the City of Biloxi, Mississippi, and educated at the University of Mississippi, Dr. Margot Robertson moved to the City of Boston, Massachusetts, ten years ago. These days, she h...
Part 1 - "Like It Or Not, Bitch!" The August, Friday night was blazing-hot and Kayla wiped sweat off her forehead while thinking she was going to do likewise when she reached under her dress, to realize that the moisture glistening on the fuck-hump between her legs consisted largely of twat-juice. That was in contradiction to her seeming to be sweet, which...
Chapter 4 Besides quickly improving her ability to wear ultra high heels, Nancy was also becoming comfortable with her new work uniform including the corset that she wore every day. Also, Nancy's nipple training, including the supplement capsules and cream, together with her nightly pumping, had finally just started to produce some noticeable results. She h...
I gazed out my window at the Atlanta skyline, staring at nothing in particular, just wishing I were somewhere else other than here. I was still feeling the familiar pangs of longing gnaw at my belly, joined in harmony with the growls from my missed appointment with breakfast. I was too busy running on the fast track of my career path that I no longer had t...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part...
----------------------------------------- For those who have missed the first two chapters, I strongly recommend reading them first, it contains the descriptions and previous events that will allow this chapter to make sense. For brevity's sake, I'm going to omit re-creating the scene... ----------------------------------------- A month had now past since m...
Note: Arkhamverse Harley. This takes place 5 months after the end of Arkham Origins. Harley has busted Joker out of jail, and they're now hiding out at an abandoned warehouse. This is the first time she worked for him. ***** "So whaddaya think, mistah J?" Joker cackled wildly as Harley stepped out from behind a divider, auditioning her new look. White ma...
My name is Ray Knight. I am a young black man living in Brockton, Massachusetts. Currently, I attend Brockton Community College, the largest community college in the state of Massachusetts. It's huge, with six campuses and over twenty five thousand students. The school has campuses in Brockton, Randolph, Bridgewater, Boston, Milton and Avon. It's also got on...
Hell's Kitchen, not the nicest part of New York City. Not safe during the day and it is certainly not the place to be at night. But, on this night, a guardian "angel" prowls the rooftops of this run down section of town. A guardian in a blood red outfit with rippling muscles that pop through the suit. He is sightless and yet, he sees without seeing. He has s...