Angie's mind was awash with confusion. All these conflicting emotions were dancing around inside her. At one extreme she felt ashamed and humiliated that she was allowing herself to be demeaned in such a manner, but offsetting this was the warmth and contentment that flooded her whole body. Yes, she was allowing herself to be degraded by parading herself in...
Angie had to suffer the ignominy of being dragged back through the department while still trying to pull her panda panties up properly and at the same time trying to keep her ridiculously short dress covering her buttocks. It was an almost impossible task and she continued to draw stares from passing shoppers, especially males of all ages. Once outside the...
This is my first attempt at a story so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Feel free to email me about anything: feedback requests or just to chat. * When I was 18, in spite of my shyness and not being in anyway incredibly attractive, I somehow landed myself a girlfriend 2 years older than me. I was quite short for a boy then, around 5'7 and very s...
Hey ya'll! This is just a taste of what I'm working on, the next chapter will be longer though. Leave lots of comments and feedback because you know I love it all! Enjoy! Kiana walked into her workplace and immediately wanted to turn around. She was exhausted and the last thing she wanted to do was be there. She pulled out the wedgie her orange hot sho...
My name is Monica Taverns. I'm a student at Mandrake College in Chicago, Illinois. It's a four-year, private, previously all-female institution of higher education. These days, it's a place that's going through lots of changes. I moved to Illinois from Boston for my education. Mandrake College is home away from home. It's also the setting of most of my adven...
I always go out to the same bar on Thursdays. The women are hot and long legged and they always wear pantyhose. Like usual, I dress in jeans, collared shirt and a jacket, deck shoes or dress shoes. Underneath, pantyhose. Always sheer to waist, no underwear and always nude. My jeans are long enough that no one can notice that I'm wearing nylons under my jeans...
Chapter 2 The Hunt Rick turned the key to unlock the front door. He had taken Ms. White up on her request to have him house sit while she was away for the weekend. He dropped the mail and newspaper on the small table by the front door. He saw the first note from across the room. It was a small scrap of paper sticking out of the book case. As he got closer...
(A Dylan James Story) This is a prequel to the One For The Road series filling in some of the main character's background. I would like to thank all the very nice fans who wrote to me and expressed their desire to read more about Dylan and his life. I was surprised and excited by the response. So this is for them. Enjoy! He was waiting for the #1 uptown lo...
In this chapter, he gets treated like a king by an elegant lady. ***** Rachael I was pleasantly surprised to see Rachael at my door when I opened it. She was the owner and head chef of 'La Petite Maison', an exclusive bistro that specialized in French and Mediterranean cuisine, and she was carrying two large insulated food containers. As I helped her carr...
Raindrops keep falling on my head as I stride through the busy, crowded streets of Boston, Massachusetts. It's a late Monday afternoon in early September and feels more like spring than fall, mainly because of the hot rains we still get from time to time. It's times like these that I miss home the most. I am a daughter of the desert. It's who I am. I don't b...