By Sophia the calibeachgirl All rights reserved, copyright 2010 Chapter 1: Information Is Power I looked at myself in the mirror and my light cinnamon face stared back. If I had known how crazy the day was going to turn out, I probably would have just stayed in bed and pulled the covers up over my head. Kevin Sales, the lawyer I worked for, had told me t...
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Chapter IX - Ray's Sunday My nipple tickled. I swiped my hand at it and contacted another hand. Startled, my eyes opened. I found myself staring straight into Ray's smiling face. "Morning," he drawled, "something wake you?" He brushed my nipple again. It took a moment for all that had happened the night before to rush back. "Morning," I croaked, then clea...
As she dressed for her last day at high school, Yvonne had no notion that during the next 24 hours her perspective on life would change so profoundly. With not a care in the world, she walked to school as usual on that Friday in late July. It was a beautiful morning, the end of term and the start of the long summer holidays. That meant no more homework and n...
Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, hurried back to the barracks of the City Watch. It was morning, and before she and Naomi had parted the night before the captain of the watch had promised to take her to see Chloe, the noblewoman she was in Eriport to search for. Soon she had reached the building and found Naomi, the woman grinning at Sara as she saw her...
Nearly two months had passed since the day Gen skipped out on dinner to have a sexual rendezvous with our old friends Josh and Todd. With both of us working now our lives were getting busier and time together was not taken for granted. We had enjoyed nights out together recently, going out to dinner and seeing movies and even though the eventfulness of our l...
The camera can make for a great tool. Even knowing the camera is there, it still holds many voyeuristic qualities. It is like another person looking into the lives of both the subject and the photographer. A photograph reveals the soul of the photographer and the flesh of the subject. A picture of a nude woman is not simply pornography or art; it is the refl...
Chapter One: The Journal Dezi snuck in from school, tiptoeing through the house silently. Her delicate feet carried her quietly over linoleum in the kitchen, over thick, luxurious carpeting in the living room and hallway, into her bedroom. Her room was the only room in the house that still had a hardwood floor...a pale green oriental rug in the middle of it...
"Lillian, how many times do I have to say that I'd love to hire you as my professional dresser? You've always been good at that sort of thing, dressing, making clothes, being mommy-ish. And you would still be in the wedding pictures. The photographer is taking shots of the entire wedding day and one might be in the magazine. Especially, if you dress right, n...
It was a warm Spring evening. I was sitting at my computer, staring at the screen. Tim had just gone offline. We had been chatting for hours and today we came, talking about what we would do if we ever met, how he would make me strip, tie me up hands and feet and spank me, wank on me, piss on me, clamp my nipples, use me as his slave. I was so turned on, m...