On Friday night after Club Ritz closed, Camilla and Candice were walking out in the parking lot behind the strip joint, on their way to Candice's car. Since Camilla, in her skin-tight black outfit and matching high heels, hadn't shared Candice's bed in two weeks, she chose to sacrifice going home with a man for the sake of her lonely friend's pussy. Candice...
I'll face the hellish realms, Camilla thought, but I'll still use Nigrovum to keep my physical body from decomposing; I can't bear the thought of my beautiful body getting ugly in that mortuary. With this other resolution in mind, Camilla removed the psychic barrier that had been keeping the spirits of Agape, Don Josiah, and Candice from entering the room E...
Candice, Camilla's roommate, had always had secret lesbian cravings for Camilla, though Camilla had secretly always known that. Indeed, it seemed as though Camilla could actually feel the psychic vibes of Candice's passion. For this reason, she knew Candice would have no objections to her nudity as she went in their apartment that morning. "Well, you got yo...
[This story is dedicated with admiration to Just Plain Bob, many of whose stories served as inspiration.] * By the time I got back home it was very late, after 4:30 a.m. I knew what I was going to find, but I was hoping against hope I'd be wrong. I wasn't. The front door was unlocked and the living room lights were on. I ran straight upstairs. When I got...
18 years later, in late August, in Montreal * Camilla was now 37 years old; thanks to her use of Nigrovum to slow down the ageing process, however, she looked only 25! She'd been a lecturer on English literature in McGill University for the past nine years, having started her teaching job there quite soon after receiving her doctoral degree. So where was...
Unconscious Camilla was now reliving a memory from a year before the aquarium incident. She was thirty-six at the time, and wearing a tight-fitting dress, high heels, and heavy makeup. She was at home, sitting on the sofa in the living room one December afternoon after having just finished teaching at McGill University. She'd heard some unpleasant news earli...
"Choose!" my beloved Camilla cried as her younger step-sisters stood before us with their Mama Katerina widow of Mr Parsonage and until deserted lately by Camilla's father the Lady Oakes. "No, I say," the older woman cried vainly for she had no place but that which duty compelled Camilla to offer her. "But Camilla my dearest, I wish none but you!" I pleade...
Camilla was 27. She had been bi sexually orientated ever since her sexual awakening at the age of 15. And she had always been somehow especially fascinated by strong, dominating women and had always loved the fantasy of being submissive, but never had she really tried any kind of domme/sub relationship. A few months ago she got to know somebody in a special...
On Monday night after finishing her studying, Camilla lay on her bed thinking about her close call with her father the night before; though he'd stopped accusing her of surreptitiously committing incest with him while he was stoned and drunk, he clearly wasn't convinced of her admittedly lame argument that his excessive drinking was affecting his mental heal...
Again, Camilla threw away the come-soaked paper towels that were on the bed when she'd masturbated; then she went to the bathroom to pee, and went back to bed to sleep for an hour. Candice came home around 6 PM, and went into the bedroom to give Camilla some more cough mixture. "How do you feel?" Candice asked as she brought the spoon of cough mixture to Ca...