Authoress's notes: The following story takes place soon after the conclusion of Legacy of the Force. This is the 10th Star Wars story that I have written. Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. Star Wars: Imperial Prostitute SX-51412 Chapter 4 of 8 Twenty minutes later, Seventy-Two...
Nicole Stamson was a goddess. Or at least she thought she was. Nicole was a stunning, 22 year old brunette beauty. Tall, athletic, and with a feminine strut, she was nearly untouchable. Of course genetics helped. Her mother was a beauty queen in her day, winning pageants across the state. Her father was the President of the University and a ruggedly handsome...
Since my husband was promoted to district manager, he rarely, if ever, spends any time at home. Jack is the regional manager over five states, so our only method of communication is through the use of a webcam. Unfortunately for me, I didn't realize that my husband was watching me over the Internet when I stripped naked and teased the older gentleman that de...
There I am, sitting on bench with a towel draped across my neck at the gym, cooling down at the end of my workout. I'm wearing a white t-shirt, gym shorts and running shoes. My body is glistening with sweat. Then I see you walk in... You strut in with a white tank top and very short shorts. I peer you from top to bottom, noticing the shapely curves of your...
This story is 100% fictional. All characters in the story are 18+ years of age. ******************** The super-villain Sensorax had been terrorizing Starlight City for three days straight. Nobody knew what to do, not even the town's most powerful superhero, Dectora. Every time she tried to capture him, Sensorax used his incredibly heightened sensory percep...
Shelby slowly wandered into the dorm hallway, feeling her legs shaking with fatigue as she wrapped her fingers around the door handle and let herself into the room. Walking into her dark room, Shelby extended her arm and switched on the dim light. She walked across the room and sat down on her soft bed, laying down and running her fingers across her long, sl...
That evening and over the next few days and evenings, I settled into the pace Mistress was setting for me. I cleared the walls in what was now Her bedroom of all the artwork and stored them away in the attic. I switched out the linens on the bed in the guest room. And I got used to sleeping in my new pet bed. Honestly, it was pretty comfortable, once I got...
Disclaimer: I began writing this story in late 2015. All are over 18 years of age. This story is completely fictional. Many of the punishment were taken from many stories posted on the net. None of the characters portrayed are real, also none of these sexual encounters ever happened in real life. All the names, places, or events living or dead are purely coi...
Gary walks past the campus gym. A mundane event, but with little supporting logic; his apartment would be far easier to reach if he'd simply cross the street outside of the Liberal Arts Building. There are, however, far more vital issues for Gary to confront this particular afternoon than subliminal logic. The gym (or more concretely, The Jason F. Moore Cen...
Charles had been working at the shoe store for a few years now, located in the mall, it seemed to attract mostly female cliental. He had never really considered himself to have a foot fetishist, but sometimes while he helped women find the right pair, he found himself aroused at the sight of their beautiful feet. One customer in particular came in every few...