Her skin was covered in dark purplish bruises. Every movement she made was agonizing. Small welts and cuts burned as she got in the shower, the water running over sensitive caramel skin. Pouring body wash on a bath sponge, she began to lather up, her body tensing as the soap stung all the open places. She moaned, eyes closed. It was utterly amazing the way h...
Tatiana's reputation was spread all over the country by the end of the week. By the end of three weeks the entire world of hidden species was buzzing with the news of her. Alpha Ramirez had been known to be merciful to his challengers, but Tatiana didn't appear to be anything like her father. If she succeeded in her challenges, she would not only be known as...
The rope slid around a thin, pale wrist, pinioning it resolutely against the metal rails running along the headboard. Her arms thus secured, she allowed her body to go slack, her chin resting upon her upper chest, long black hair covering her face like a ghastly veil. She squirmed for a moment, testing her bonds and finding them secure, with no opportunity t...
By M Lindsay, writing as Eladrial Skeksis * Eladrial looked up as the man entered the room, smiling slightly as he approached. The heavy door clanged shut behind him, the insistent strobes and rainbowed lights of the club winking out, leaving only a dull reddish glow. She looked him over; tall and lean, well muscled like a dancer, his hair surrounding his...
Pamela, a hair stylist, was thirty when I met her. She wore short, dark hair parted a little off center and combed toward the right side where it touched the eyebrow. I was immediately attracted to her. The full lip, the facial bone structure, the slim but nicely curved body all combined to make a very attractive female. That Saturday afternoon we made smal...
I smiled in slight anticipation as he stalked toward his throne. His movements were languid and seductive; he was trying to test me. When he didn't get the reaction he wanted he snarled slightly. "On your knees my little whore, face the throne." I refused the order and just smiled at him, it will not be an easy task to conquer me; he overestimates my desire...
About three weeks had passed since the note from Shelley. In an effort to improve my skills at cutting hair, I decided to attend a weekend training class at the local barber school in Los Angeles. The training was scheduled to begin at 4:00pm on Saturday. The participants were booked into the local Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge since the classes went until 10...
Gloryholes. Are they real? How do I find one? What's it like to visit one? Is there an etiquette to follow? Are they safe? Are they real? Yes! I've visited several of them. How many? I didn't keep count. Ten? Fifteen? I don't know. I've visited them from Philly to St. Louis to Florida and lots of places in between. Deploy the power of the internet to search...
"Dear Journal Girl, Life sucks good bye forever" That's how I should write it; short, sweet, and to the point, right? Well, wrong I've never been accused of being short and to the point, I am long winded in my suffering. So here goes the real writing. "Dear Journal, I have been on this planet for all of 17 yrs, and ever since I've grown out of my childho...
The most effective way to shave body hair anywhere--face, legs, pubes, etc.--is with a straight razor freshly sharpened on a barber's strap and deburred on the opposite, leather side. This takes considerable skill and practice and is really a dying art. There are, however, a few old-time barbers and a handful of folks like me who learned from them who stil...