This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?). In recent times, there seems to have been a h...
Gloria was dressed like a cheap whore. Short, black semi-sheer mini-skirt. Braless, she wore a too tight and too small, neon pink tube top that barely contained her boobs. Gaudy costume jewelry and knee high, faux leather black boots. Poofy black hair, overdone make-up and strong perfume. And underneath, lace, red crotchless panties. It made her feel like a...
It had been two or three days since Eleanor had woken alone on the narrow bed and in room in the rafters of the house. She had no memory of how she had arrived there after falling into a state of exhausted torpor, drained by her ordeal within the vacbed. More worryingly she was genuinely unable to count the days that had passed since then, the monotony and i...
Without any hesitation, I immediately opened Skype and typed her name on the search box and in a couple of minutes or so, I sent a message to her and a video call arrived to me. When it was opened, I couldn't believe what I saw. Puppy was there, in front of the webcam, wearing a black and red corset, black gloves with matching stockings and red panties. Sh...
'Ten years' I thought, my hands caressing the hard leather case. My fingers ran over the raised metallic emblem in the center of the top, light refracting from the gem in its center. That strange symbol, was it another language? Or perhaps the craftsman's signature? Was it maybe a magical rune which had bestowed its power on the garment contained within? At...
My name is Alice and I'm a werewolf hunter. Stop laughing I am and I didn't tell you in a confessional sort of way, as though I needed your forgiveness or approval. I just thought I'd better tell you. By day I'm actually an estate agent and a computer geek. Now that I might need forgiveness for, but hey, this story is about my nocturnal activities, It's not...
Chapter 1: Auditions I felt it as soon as I saw the article in the weekly local newspaper. It wasn't exactly a lump in the throat, more like butterflies in the tummy. Well, warm butterflies anyway that slowly spread through my whole body. And not really starting in my tummy, maybe just a little lower. The article was just a short announcement that a nearby...
This is a story about Walter and Ann. Ann, 48, was a well built woman that looked like she could wrestle livestock. Although pretty, she was not slender, not exactly feminine, she was, as they say "Fit." She worked at a doctor's office as a tech and had a clutch of childhood girlfriends and boyfriends that were all involved with the local theater group and...
Several weeks passed after one of the most memorable long weekends of Pete Taylor's young life. Over that fateful weekend Pete and his girlfriend Katrina had mutually masturbated in her mother's car on Saturday, explored oral sex on Sunday, and experimented with a 69 position on Monday. That same Monday they had even tried nudism on the small stretch of priv...
"I'm late! I'm late!" Miharu squealed as she dashed down the sidewalk, a piece of toast clutched between her teeth. From her neck dangled a golden pendant containing a pink, heart-shaped gemstone. Her schoolbag trailed in her hand behind her, along with Cuppy the talking cupcake, holding on for dear life. Just yesterday evening, that pastry had endowed her...