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I smiled at the thought of tonight. I was going to the college winter dance with Kate. She had, shall we say, a reputation as "easy". It wasn't the dance I was so much looking forward to, as after the dance, if you know what I mean. Kate was a tall, busty, very pretty blonde. I'm six-foot-two and she can almost look me in the eye. I figured she was attract...
Batgirl's Desert Experience The cool night air and silence of the Nevada night washed over Batgirl. Behind her the motorcycle left a plume of dust and grit in the air. Before she became Poison Ivy Pamela Isley had worked at an agricultural station in the desert and Batgirl thought it was the best place to start looking for the source of the strange pink gas...
Author's Note: So, I wrote this while sick. Coughing, sore throat, runny nose, the WORKS! So, it's a bit shorter than previous chapters and future chapters. For this, I am sorry. But if you feel any up-swelling of ire for this, know, I am being punished even as you think it with my sickness. Bleh. The Tale of Resh Craig June 4th, 1876 Somewhere on the...
This is continued right from the last chapter as usual. I recommend reading the previous chapters to get an idea of what is going on and who everyone is. There is bound to be mistakes because I proof read my own work. I hope you are able to enjoy it. Magical. That is the word I would use to describe that first Christmas after my changes. You might thin...
What would make a person spend $20,000 on a week-long session with a pro-domme? Believe it or not, Mistress Emmanuelle, the Black Dominatrix who arrogantly charged the exorbitant fee, was booked solid for eight months in advance with her popularity growing by word of mouth alone. Charles Trenton was intrigued by the concept when he read about her on his favo...
Chapter 12 – Hard Pressed "Sarah? Let me tell you about Sarah. She's a half-blood that wouldn't let you think otherwise; as capricious and beautiful as any elf, curvy and intelligent like a human and 'blessed' with the bleakest sense of humor I've ever seen. The captain says she worked in the gear pits in Pamor but she says that's not the case, insisting s...
Sara paced anxiously in her small living room, her stomach doing lazy barrel rolls inside her. She had spent her day since getting home from work cleaning, vacuuming, and dusting, and now was apparently dead-set on wearing a hole in the spotless carpet. She stopped in place and stiffly turned to the couch, forcing herself to sit down on the couch. Her guts h...
"What we talked about last night, you know I can never do that, right?" Karen was sitting on the edge of the bed. I was awake, barely. It had been an eventful night. "What?" I asked her, confused. My mind wasn't working so good yet. "Bring a client home... or anywhere else. I can never do that. Anyone I work with, either." It was coming back to me. I'd go...
© 2015, All rights reserved - mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Neil stood next to the bed, admiring his incredible wife as she lay sleeping. It was already close to nine on a picture-perfect Saturday morning in late July, but he'd let her sleep in, wanting to get things ready for their day ahead. It was hard not to be captured by her beauty, and it took all of his w...