On Wednesday afternoon, Camilla, with blonde hair and blue eyes again, was in her class, 'Literature: Forms and Approaches.' Her teacher, Dr. Martin, a handsome, silver-haired Englishman in his late fifties, both attracted and repelled her--he looked and sounded a lot like Richard Dawkins, the advocate of atheism, a man whose lack of religious faith offended...
Camilla left Patterson's home late Sunday morning and returned to her apartment around lunchtime; as soon as she walked in, she got naked. Candice wasn't home: Camilla assumed her roommate was either with Francine, getting laid and getting dope, or with her boyfriend (Camilla didn't yet know they'd broken up). Camilla took a shower. She then went into her b...
It was close. I could feel it in the air. Everyone still went about their business, scurrying in and out of doors, along parapets and across the web of bridges, suspended platforms, and cableways stretching across the chasm, that perfect cone shaped drop that was the Axis. "The Axis?" you say. That's right. I keep forgetting. Neither the Axis, nor Aurora w...
Many thanks to techsan for his editing of this story. * I was in my best mood at a beautiful sunny Friday morning in May with no clouds visible in the blue sky over our village outside a Scandinavian town. The time was exactly 9.12 when I took the phone call, which within a short time would mean such serious problems for so many people in our village. I w...
Camilla replaced the bed-sheet that had been drenched in her come from her previous masturbating and put the can of pencils in front of the hidden camera hole. "Don't worry, my voyeur next-door neighbour, I'll let you see more later," she said. Then she went to bed and slept for an hour. Candice returned at noon with some medicine. She had Camilla take som...
'Oh shush, you're so vanilla.' her friend said. It didn't help that the statement was true, she was rather vanilla. Her portfolio of two boyfriends didn't entitle her to boast sexual worldliness, and her claim to it was lessened somewhat by the fact that they had both been more vanilla than she was. 'I am not! Thank you very much.' she said in what she ho...
Author's Note: After posting Camilla's Cuckold, I got numerous requests for a Part 2, so I decided to tell a little more about the characters involved in the story. This episode doesn't have any sexual action but rather lets us peek in on their lives and motivations. More installments are planned and will cut across different categories. You can expect bonda...
Camilla did move out of her mother's home (Camilla's parents had divorced when she was six). Now that she was making lots of money as a lap-dancer, she could easily afford her own apartment. Furthermore, she and a friend shared the rent. In fact, she'd been looking for a place a few weeks before the fight with her mother. The day after she turned eighteen, s...
The next morning, Camilla's mother, Collette, called her on her cell-phone, telling her to go to Collette's home to meet with her and her fiance, Troy, for lunch; Camilla was more than willing to do this, since she hoped she and sexy Troy would arrive before her mom so the 18-year-old girl could continue her slow seduction of him. As soon as she ended the ph...
Leo drove into the Lehar's parking lot at about 7:50 PM; he saw Camilla waiting by the restaurant entrance wearing only an elegant black evening gown and matching high heels. Her dress generously showed off her bra-less cleavage, and it was so tight-fitting that one could easily see she was wearing no panties. Her face was brightly made up in the same harlot...