After the whipping, I was left hanging by my wrists against the wall. Had Lesley left just momentarily? It was my hope that she had stepped out briefly, and that she would return, so that I could thank her for correcting me. As much as the lashing had left me in considerable pain, I felt proud for having stood up to it well. As it turns out, I remained ther...
This is the second part of my story about how I became Jill. The holidays are over and I return to college and move into my friend Rikki's apartment. She had been a great support while dealing with the death of my parents. Her entrapment of me is stepped up. I get back to school mid-afternoon on Sunday and get settled into my room at Rikki's apartment. The...
Myfavorite stories are the "first-timer — newbie — shared" type. This story is actually true -no kidding, no fantasy — the names have been changed to protect the parties whom I know personally. It has been written for those who do savor the realization of long-held dreams of sharing. If the reader does not approve of this variation (which I assert is not a "...
"Up here in space I'm looking down on you My lasers trace Everything you do You think you've private lives Think nothing of the kind There is no true escape I'm watching all the time" ― Judas Priest As the bastard suffocated me ― wrapping my head in translucent rubber ― all I could think was: "This smells so good!" The aroma of new petroleum product...
"You better keep on runnin' Don't stop runnin' Keep on runnin' 'Cuz you can't catch me" ― Y & T Used egg slop splattered over the rim of the fat dish, pouring down Hiroshima Black Rain on Don's grease-drenched kitchen shoes. Keedik's fingers were the color of the coffee he continually made, as he burnt his hands on the industrial-sized "joe press." Out...
Late Summer, 1889 As the carriage rolled to a stop, Catherine Wright peered through its foggy windows, barely able to make out the tall, ionic pillars that marked the entrance to the country's finest museum. Even through the evening mist, she could she it: gleaming limestone, manicured lawns, and an ornate, wrought iron fence. With a curiosity not becom...
All people in this story were 18 or older, some elements of the story are true, all names have been changed. It's Monday around 10:30 a.m. and I am bored. My wife Jane is at her Monday classes on campus, she won't be home until later in the afternoon. I work a Tuesday through Saturday schedule thus on Monday's I am off and alone most of the day. Being bo...
*All characters in this story are over 18 years old.* [2 years post-COVID] I was super-thrilled. My favorite band, the punk group Eleven Deadly Evelyns, was going on tour again and their first stop would be my city. They had formed right after the pandemic had finally ended and had quickly become an international hit. I immediately bought first-row ticke...
Clarkdale College is a very progressive and liberal university, historically women's-only, and the student body is still predominantly rich, white and female. The administration discussed how to address the persistence of racial privilege and economic elitism through affirmative action, but decided instead to try a bold new experiment. Affirmative action wou...
About Natalia: Natalia is a 18 y/o girl and a single child to two very loving but annoying parents. The father works most of the time and her mom is a basic housewife that does a lot of voluntary work. Natalia is a brown haired 5’4’’ girl with beautiful green eyes and some nice DD cups and a round, filled out ass complimented by a flat stomach. All boys in h...