"You are tardy." Karina answered the door wearing only a frown and a strapon. The strapon, Tom noticed, was already glistening. "I'm sorry. I stopped to vote." "You what?" "I stopped to vote. I was running right past there. Saves me an extra trip." "They let you vote," she stared at his near nudity, "like that?" "Yep." "You did not need to provide iden...
Camden Marianne never used to smoke. It just wasn't something you ever did in New York. So much had changed in the last year that it was natural to accept the cigarette Phillippa offered her. It was far from the first she'd had today or even the last few weeks. She balanced the length of the British cigarette on her lower lip, her upper lip holding it in p...
Monday morning, and Becky lay in bed, drowsing in the silence of the house. It had only been a short time before when she'd seen her Master climb into the van to ride to work, and although she missed him terribly she was also glad for a little time to relax. This past weekend had been very taxing on her. In her mind she reviewed the whirlwind of the past thr...
Stan twisted on the sofa. Anne had invited him in, but not for coffee. There was only one plausible explanation... was he ready? His erection felt like a log in his underwear... That part of him felt ready, at least. Anne had opened her door and gestured him inside. She'd told him, "Sit there while I fix us a drink. What would you like?" Stan asked for a...
That night, when Alf came home from work, Fanchon had a quizzical smile on her face. "Did you have a good day, dear?" she asked as he took off his jacket. She knew he was a little irritable because he had to take the bus home—Fanchon commandeered his car during the day... Ah but he wouldn't complain. Fanchon kissed Alfred deeply, running her tongue in a...
To rid myself of thoughts about Mr. Cooper's unexpected exploration of my womanhood and his apparent willingness to let me examine his genitalia I had spent the entire morning and early afternoon sprawled on my back on top of my bed re-reading "Becumming a Woman" written by a blonde co-ed named Roxanne. Written as a diary she reported all of her naughty exp...
[This story follows closely an account I heard as a young man in 1969, from a technical school in northern England, and which has fired my imagination ever since.] * It was a new school for David and he'd been there only for two terms when the year came to an end. He was 18 years old and had attended four schools in the previous five years because his fat...
1. The Queen's Boudoir The King of Verdanland sat quietly chewing viciously on an unlit cigar. Thoughts of recent setbacks in the war with Sardinia plagued his peace. The frontline retreated with each encounter as the enemy army slowly approached pressing toward his capitol. His armaments and soldiers were vastly superior to that of Sardinia, but their numb...
NOTE: This story was inspired by a classic Tease and Denial story called "Becky's Toy." I decided to do my own version of that tale, adding my own magic twist. PART ONE Tracy was a student at one of the few colleges to hold a mage-exclusive sorority and fraternity. Tracy, like most mages of the modern day, had only a trace of power, only being able to do a...
2008 Gren Drake The small cafe was situated just to the side of the hotel's lobby. The border between the two was lined with short potted trees, that created a division despite not blocking someone from seeing in or out. The cafe itself had only a dozen small round tables, each perhaps suitable for four, at least if one didn't mind being cramped, but with s...