Authoress's notes: Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and please leave me feedback, public or via email. Brenda Becomes a Stripper Brenda Taylor nervously eyed the strip club from outside the gas station next door. She was a freshman in her second semester of college, and needed some extra money. She had heard persistent rumors about other coeds maki...
She sat with her head leaning against the cold glass of the window. It was raining. Soft pellets of liquid release rolled downward, downward, and out of sight. Normally, this would be relaxing weather for her: she would put on her favorite leopard-print fuzzy slippers, cuddle underneath her favorite red flannel blanket, and stare at her favorite collection o...
Over the past few weeks, the sexual games have become all the more frustrating and humiliating by the hidden, yet unrelenting control of my work life. I secretly submit to her constant teasing throughout the work day. On especially hectic days, she has me wear the clit vibrator with the remote. As I mentioned before, this device is run by both a 2.4 GHz re...
About two months ago I got a call from a coworker asking me to go check up on his wife. James started with our company about six months ago. We have become good friends. His office is down the hall from mine. He also lives in the same neighborhood as I do. It's a gated subdivision with maybe 30 homes. James is married and has three kids. His wife, Erica is a...
High Heels and Stockings - First Time I blame Literotica, or credit it, as the case may be. I've always been excited by women's sex clothes -- high heels, stockings, panties, and skirts, and have shot lots of loads fantasying about how hot women look all dolled up. Then I came across Literotica, and started reading all the nasty, filthy stories about cross...
Authoress notes: The following story is as much about the current state of college football as much as it is about sexy coeds in bondage. Supposed student-athletes don't get paid anything, and aren't allowed any special benefits, while the coaches and administrators make millions. Somehow a lot of poor student-athletes wind up with nice cars, and stuff like...
She sat with her head leaning against the cold glass of the window. It was raining. Soft pellets of liquid release rolled downward, downward, and out of sight. Normally, this would be relaxing weather for her: she would put on her favorite leopard-print fuzzy slippers, cuddle underneath her favorite red flannel blanket, and stare at her favorite collection o...
Hi folks, I'd just like to open this diary entry with a quick thanks to all of my readers. It's been an honour and a turn on to know that there are people who enjoyed Entry 1. Now it's time to get down to what you all came for (pun intended, I hope), Entry 2. J had collapsed forward, forcing all of his weight onto me, smothering me into the bed. I could fe...
As if on cue, Jennifer watched from the shadows of the forest as the giant fortress began to cloak itself in darkness. Once a day the world lost its color and transformed itself into black and white, at least until the sun completely set and only blackness prevailed. Here in the shadow of Fort Knox, that magical moment lingered, the sky becoming a cold gray,...
Shelia kisses Gavin lightly on the knee cap as she slowly pulls up the second black silky stocking up his long pale leg. Gently she straightens outs the seam along the back of his leg and then levels out the lacy tops around his quivering thigh. Shelia crawls backwards to allow Gavin to stand and take everything in. Gavin had never done anything like this b...