Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers...
The footsteps were gaining she could almost feel their breath on the back of her neck. She hopped in the air a few feet and started in a dead sprint, the footsteps became louder and closer together. She would have to get away. Have to. One second she was running the next tumbling to the rough asphalt, she felt her ankle snap she could feel the pain but could...
The bass pulses around me as I dance alone within the writhing mass of bodies. That's all they are, bodies, props for our game. Smoke machines fill the air as strobe lights distort the close space. Moving to the beat is like breathing. My hips slink from one side to the other, attracting admiring glances, you notice of course. You always notice. Your gaze ha...
First, thank you for reading my story. Please offer any help that you can since this is my first story. All names in the story have been changed for the sake of anonymity. ***** Life, for me is pretty bland. I am just your average college kid in a private liberal arts college in Ohio. There's nothing about me that stands out. I am the essence of average. I...
I am a bad puppy, coming to my Master without real training, or real devotion to the task of being a good dog. He took me for a walk in his fenced garden my first day, and I was very bad indeed. I picked up a flower I thought was pretty and handed it to him. Master was quick to point out the error of my action. Dogs didn't pick flowers. They might smell them...
My back arches as you grip my hair in a tight fist and shove me face-down in the pillows. Your free hand caresses my skin, your nails dragging and leaving reddened welts along the curve of my ass. I can feel the heat from your body as you lean over me, still fully clothed; the rough texture of your jeans scraping against my thighs as you thrust a knee betw...
The door slams open and you're wide awake, scrambling for the belt knife you'd concealed under a pillow even as you'd been thrusting into Malia. Malia screams. You put your body in front of hers, holding her behind you with one arm as you hold the knife in the other, blade arcing back against your forearm as you prepare to ward off an attack. The man from...
Thanks for grogers7 for his patient editing of the story. * I lost my body armor one piece at a time. First, the neck brace -- and it felt very good to be able to move my head unimpeded. It cracked a lot with my first few movements, but then, I felt free -- from the upper chest to my lower jaw, that is! Then came the nose bandage a few days later. Mary...
It had been almost thirty years since Ron and I had a drink together dating back to 1989. I had been hired in 1984 as a VP to oversee the organization's IT Division. Ron was responsible for cost containment and oversight. Therefore, my staff did a lot of work for him. We became very good friends and shared many a cocktail together. Another thing that we had...
God knows what I did wrong this time, I think your reasoning was, "because I want to." But I find myself knelt, legs apart in the doorway with my hands bound above my head and the huge dildo protruding from my wet cunt. The rope supports my body just above the ground and you are watching me as, under orders, I slide up and down on it slowly and deliberately,...