Sometimes it seems like I am 2 people. The public one, the one everyone sees zipping down our suburban street in my crossover, gathering groceries in my khaki skirt, strappy sandals and sensible blouse. The one with a smile for everyone and, I hope, a bright glint in my eye. But the other girl wants to come out. The naughty girl. The bad girl. The one that...
If you've read any of the other "The Birthday Suit Club" series you know how this all started. If not, then here is a brief recap. I was severely burned, including my face, as a child which lead to me becoming very reclusive as a teenager. My sister, Gail, decided that I needed to have more social contacts. She caught me trying to overhear her telling a fr...
Chapter 2 Encounter in the Barn Leeanna woke up with the dawn streaming into her bedroom windows. The early morning came in with a chill in the air. The bright dawn made her room seem almost pink coloured. She lay in bed playing with her nipples, as she liked to do most mornings. She untied the bow at her breast and let her gown and her large melon shaped b...
When she returned home, she undressed and lay on the bed. She was wired from the excitement of being led in the restaurant. She had no idea previously how stimulating it could be to demonstrate her submission in such blatant ways. She found her fingers touching and caressing her legs and then moving between them, as she thought about how it must have appeare...
I was just looking in the fridge for something to drink after a rather hectic last hour. I had expected to be in and out of my current job quickly, but had an unexpected visitor that made my job much more difficult. "Ah, a nice cold beer looks good." Suddenly the door bell rang the familiar 'ding-dong.' Now who could that be? One interruption is bad enough,...
You've tied me to the four corners of the poster bed, naked, face up, with leather straps. This is not at all unusual, as we have been following this ritual each week for the last year. I find it quite exciting. You seem to get something out of it, although I'm not sure I would call it sexual gratification. I don't know WHAT I would call it. Anyway, the rit...
MAKES TWO Next Saturday; I showed up at her place about six. She ushered me in; a light supper. Chef salad, French bread, iced tea; perfect for summer. Coffee afterward. She smiled at me. "Ready?" "Sure." "Follow me." She led me into the bedroom. The stuff was laid out on the bed; I inspected it. She started taking her clothes off. "Go ahead, you too." I...
The next night my ride came to the hotel again, and I was ready. I didn't wear panties this time. The driver was one of the male slaves. I knew him now, so I sat in the front with him. I pulled up my skirt and kept it up the rest of the drive so he could see me. We pulled up next to a Jeep of young males, and they beeped the horn, shouting and yelling and po...
If time could be recognized, then we would have no need for clocks or calendars. These things are metres set against a background of haze and dream. The truth of time is that we live it. We breathe in moments and release seconds to the atmosphere where they bound and prance, teasing us before disappearing completely. They taunt us with their ephemerity. Nev...
She was on her hands and knees in front of the door, naked, with her head down, when he got home. He knew she had done something bad, but could only guess what. He maneuvered around her, setting down his keys and getting a drink before returning to the front door to stand before her. "What is it this time?" he asked in a low tone. "Masturbating," Meliawen...