Sadie licked the last of Miss Maple's envelopes. "Are you done, dear." Miss Maple, a six foot two Jamaican woman and Sadie's typing teacher asked her. "Yes, Miss Maple. I really appreciate you giving me the work." Sadie said gratefully. Money was tight, and she didn't want to work part-time and screw up her business college scholarship. Miss Maple had neve...
I first met JD in the 6th grade at Westminster Middle school. We had several classes together and after being paired up repeatedly for science projects and other activities, we became good friends. Our days at school often extended to doing stuff together after school and on the weekends and eventually even the occasional vacation together. JD and I became i...
Dear Readers, new, regulars and loyal Followers of my works, I remembered promising a number of you that I would continue my popular story about Kathy and Tom's holiday to Jamaica. The story entitled "My Wife's Very Special Holiday" was my initial published work. 50 published works later, that very first one has garnered the highest readership and event...
Having Kate Beckett walk into the hotel room was like stepping back in time. Alexis could've been studying for her SATs again. She could've been into Twilight again. Funny how she remembered Kate as a swaggering, domineering badass in a motorcycle jacket. Beckett came in light and springy as a summer day, wearing a light-toned pantsuit with a purple silk b...
Dale was just bending over to pull the laundry out of the dryer when his ass began to vibrate. The sensation caused him to jerk back upright. The vibrating butt plug, operated by remote, was his signal to go find his Mistress. It vibrated quite often throughout the day. His Mistress, Sam, a butch lesbian, had trained Dale to be a sissy slut, and her personal...
Some nights, the RA had a hangover and singing anything above the level of wait'll you see my dick was out of the question. On those nights, you sucked it up and turned to more obscure college entertainment, like drinking and party games. "My turn?" Beca asked, before taking her obligatory shot. "Dare." Aubrey smiled at her, always loving to turn the scr...
Author's note: I spent a lot of time this one, and it is mainly inspired by own views of submission (which im not quite sure if other people share). It is long, yes, but I feel that it has more of a realistic feel to it. It is very psychological (it that it delves into the thought-processes of a submissive) so if you're expecting clothes to be ripped off of...
Katie mentally kicked herself for leaving her daypack on the counter at her condo. It's not like spending fifteen dollars for a bottle of water would break her, but she prided herself on her organizational skills and always being prepared. As she waited in the concession stand line, she took some solace in knowing that a portion of her purchase would go to b...
If you read the story "I Put On A Cock" on Literotica (which I highly recommend, if nothing else for background, but also for stroking purposes) I'm Liz, the protagonist of that story. Since asking you to go read it now is a little inconvenient if you're sitting there with something long, hot and fleshy in your hand, or something wet, slippery and pulsing –...
Party Games - Truth or Dare Part 4 of the Best Friends (Suzanne, Carla & Jack) series (Dedicated to my muse, J. You turn me on! xx) ***** Suzanne shut the door to Jack's office quietly and made her way back down to her room. Looking in the mirror the curvaceous redhead took in her somewhat dishevelled appearance, dilated pupils and flushed face. She was...