I was beginning to feel somewhat lightheaded. I wasn't sure if the second-hand smoke from the marijuana inside The Coral Reefer was affecting me, or whether my nerves were reacting to the fact I was about to meet a powerful man, perhaps someone I knew, who'd made an interesting bid on my virginity. There was a slight commotion at the podium. I looked and s...
Author's Notes: First things first: My apologies to those reading the story for the long dry spell. I'm using the special character for my dashes now, in hopes that this will make sure they come out properly. They displayed correctly in preview, but that doesn't always apply to what finally posts. If you see odd things where dashes should appear, then an ed...
Keira bit into the ball gag as the searing pain in her back grew more. She kept her concentration, healing her back after it was cut open, infuriating Drackon-El. He swung the whip harder, the jagged steel tips tearing into her flesh, as it glowed and was healed again. One last stroke, and he gave up, rage making him sweat. The bulge in his pants aching, he...
It must have been 2am. Her back ached and her eyes strained. How long had she been staring at that stupid computer screen, reading and re-reading the same lines over and over again? She sat back with a sigh, her head hitting the edge of the chair. She picked up her phone from the desk; 3:45am. Shit, it was worse than she thought. Now the real question, she...
I was broke through most of college. I know that's not a particularly original tale, as most kids are broke in college, but with loans paying for most of my tuition and my part-time job paying for the rest, I had nothing left over for small items, such as food or shelter. I was a good looking kid, tall, lean, with dark hair and soft features. I never worked...
My name is Jasmine O'Connell Amadou. I'm a six-foot-tall, light-skinned young Black woman living in the town of Randolph, Massachusetts. My father Richard Jones is originally from the town of Montego Bay in the island of Jamaica and my mother Crystal O'Connell is a Boston-based Irishwoman. I've lived in the City of Randolph, Massachusetts, my whole life. I g...
Chapter 5: NetMeeting I waited, shifting uncomfortably in my chains, as you sat at the keyboard handling the incoming calls. Every few seconds I heard the ringing sound of a connection request and then you saying, "I'm sorry, I can't hear you… If your mike doesn't work, forget it. Bye!" It was the usual crop of guys posing as women, without either cams or m...
Mr. Williams' History Class was one of the slowest classes I had Senior Year of High School. The only thing that kept me awake was Adrienne White. Adrienne was a beautiful girl about 5' 5" and very skinny with, I dunno, I guess C cup breasts (very perky). She had a great chest, but most of the guys knew her for her ass. She was in gymnastics and volleyball a...
The next morning, Tommy discovered how wonderful it is to wake up with a gorgeous nude woman lying against you. He and his aunt made love again when they got to bed, then fell asleep, exhausted. He awoke refreshed after a night of sound sleep. Morning daylight streamed into the bedroom. Tommy looked at his aunt's face, relaxed in sleep, a soft smile on her...
Mandy and I had been through our ups and downs, but one thing that never wavered was how incredibly sexy I thought she was. Even when we were pissed off at each other, I still wanted her and only her. I felt this every time we were together, as every time we fucked it was more passionate than the time before. Mandy was the kind of natural beauty that every...