September 11, 1984 – Natalie It's funny how some chapters of your life start so unexpectedly and without your realizing that they've started until you take a look back and clearly see their beginning point. Natalie sat alone with the radio softly playing in the background of her small apartment. What did I ever do to deserve this? Natalie thought bitterly...
In the fifty years since the foundation of the Courtview Refinement College for Women, there had only been two deans. At other colleges, a dean could be expected to serve between eight and ten years and would then step down to enjoy the benefits of retirement. But at Courtview, nothing could beat the benefits of the position. Being the dean of such a prestig...
1. Erik Emelie sat on the edge of the bed, one side of her slim body lit by the dim yellow light coming from the wall-mounted reading lamp. Sperm leaked out of her small oval mouth. The translucent fluid ran over the bump of her chin then dropped lazily onto the cavity of her chest between the tiny red strawberries of her nipples.The way she grasped the edg...
Dear Diary Some time back I tried my hand at writing a story called Staying in Character that had a woman narrating the story in first-person. I thought I should try again, this time with a younger woman as narrator. This is the result of that effort. It is an attempt to view the consequences of cheating through the eyes of an innocent bystander. There is n...
"Okay folks. Gather round for a second. We need to decide what we're going to do for the next party," John, our host, announced to the assembled guests. Kelly and I were one of eleven couples, all residents along Pecan Street, in attendance at the current party and we closed around John to discuss the theme for the next gathering. John was essentially the s...
Warning: This longish story contains strong cuckold, prostitution and interracial elements. Note: A surprising number of females pay their rent with sex in lieu of cash at some point in their lives; I've spoken to several who admitted having done so. In fact my brother was such a landlord for a period of time, specialising in letting one room bed-sits to f...
My heart was racing and I felt myself covered in sweat. My mind was reeling from seeing the picture of Mikayla and me dancing in the Sinatra book. It shook me to my core. Could it be possible that the machine had actually sent us back in time? If so, then the machine was much more powerful than a virtual reality simulator. The question was becoming how much...
This is a continuation of my slutty weekend serving Susan and Alan and follows on directly from "The Kirsty Fantasies Part 2" although it can of course be read in isolation if you wish. Day 2 -- Saturday Evening "Now this will be a night you're never going to forget my slut." Susan said to me, observing me putting my rather negligent maid's outfit on agai...
Hi, my name is Jane and I would like to share my story with all of you readers. At the age of thirty-three I have managed to keep my High School shape, or maybe even a little better as I've gotten older. I'm 5"6", at 106lbs. My numbers are 34"-23"-33 «", which is very hard to keep. And no short jokes please, oh and my cup size is C. Sorry I'm not a blonde, I...
Kendra Mercer untied the strings of her Missoni bikini and let them fall away from her shoulders, leaving the tiny triangles of fabric perfectly balanced on her firm, perky breasts. She let her body sink into the plush, cushioned lounge chair with an indulgent little sigh. Life was almost perfect. After several years of dating Luke Prescott, the son of one...