Kyle was waiting for Brooke when she walked down the stairs where he greeting her with a kiss and hugged her tight and said. "Oh . . . My . . . You do look wonderful in that dress and look how nice your body has toned." Kyle took Brooke's hands and stretched her arms out looking down at her body and smiled than looked into her eyes and said. "Let me give yo...
Brooke was a twenty-five year old brunette with shoulder-length hair and deep blue eyes. She was a voluptuous woman of average height, and had a pretty face and plump lips that curved into a sexy little pout. A bit reserved, she never had much of a social life, content to balance being both a workaholic and a homebody. She had recently earned her paralegal...
The Perfect Pair, Chapter 4 (fetish, chastity, consensual & non-consensual, cross dressing) By ChangeYourPassword Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If...
Thank you to Beachbaby179 for editing and cleaning up this series. You make it so much better! Thank you to my readers who have encouraged me to continue this series. Your feedback is always welcome and appreciated. From Chapter 2 As for the rest, she needed advice. She needed to talk to someone, to help her answer the questions in her head. She starte...
I came home from school to an empty house, so I trotted up the steps to my bedroom. After kicking off my shoes, I quickly slipped off my blouse and skirt. Next I unfastened my tight little bra and pulled down my panties. I stood in front of the mirror wearing only my short white socks and gazed at my petite body. I'm eighteen-years-old, five feet tall and al...
"Sir, ma'am, your drinks," Brad alerted the two diners, placing the whisky neat in front of Nick and a glass of white wine on the table for Brooke. Brad found himself in an unusually chipper mood tonight. Maybe it was the prospect of spending more time with Brooke after dinner. Maybe it was the exciting day. Maybe it was just the result of letting go and e...
"It's broken, I'm afraid." Devastation. No, this couldn't be happening. "You'll need a cast for 6-8 weeks, and plenty of rest with no strenuous activity. Then some therapy to get the muscles in your arm back in shape. But swimming should take care of that for you." No, no, no, no, no. No. Damn trampoline. I looked up at Dave. "I'm gonna miss the Champio...
My warmest thanks go again to my two friends whose technical advice is always helpful, thank you so much. As always my deepest thanks have to go to SouthPacific for his editing skills and for keeping me honest, many thanks my friend. ******* For the next two days my life did indeed split once again into two. During the day my family would be the centre of...
Author's Note: This is the first of a series of short stories about cheerleaders. Each story will be unrelated to the other and it will deal with both high school and college students. All characters will always be at least 18 years of age. The characters will either be cheerleaders or students hoping to make the squad. In some stories, mothers will go all o...
I had been scheduled for a morning meeting at my company's main office in Harrisburg. Fate had other plans. Jack Winston's teenage son had gotten involved in a traffic accident while driving to school. That removed Jack from the meeting, which in turn, removed any need for a meeting. I was headed north on I-81 before nine. I pulled into my driveway just aft...