"If you have read 'MY RA' you may recall Zoe's first roommate, Pen or Penny. She was the out of control party girl. You may also recall that Miss Dawn was fuming because Penny was out partying instead of being where she was supposed to be. Before we can even talk about Penny we need to go back to the flood. When we hear the immortal words: "I'm her Mistre...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Note to MasterfulJim....can you pick out the phrase you've used repeatedly on your comments on Hilly's story? I'll leave you Heather in my will. Note from Scooter Titenbum: Per my comment, Hamish is not looking for a Scottish wife...any wife will do. He's a man – he doesn't care! The last sentence is from me. I hope y'all like! And thanks fo...
"I'll bid eight hundred for the wench!" "Eight hundred and fifty; right here!" "I bid eight seventy!" While Melody's wide green eyes darted from bidder to bidder, fluttering wings of excitement beat down the anxiety that had been churning in the pit of her stomach. She was the third slave of the evening to stand naked on Victria's living room auction bloc...
The barmaids were melting his mind away. Gerrim lay helplessly back and squirmed like a kitten on catnip, trying in vain to hold his breath as Monarch—the big-breasted platinum blonde—hooked her leg over his, half-straddling his side, and slowly unscrewed the heart-shaped rose quartz stopper of the perfume bottle. On his left side, the strawberry-blonde Sw...
Christina lost her hymen to the bar of her brother's bicycle when she was thirteen. Therefore as she matured, keeping her hymen intact was never an issue for her. The boy next door, with whom she had often played as a child, had grown into a handsome young man. Christina had waged a campaign of getting him interested in her. Christina tried several things....
Written with much appreciated editorial help from BritslutJenny Warning: This is a tale with a BDSM theme and some cruel passages. If you do not like that kind of stuff don't read it. But if you do, please let me know whether and why you enjoyed it. Your wish... or mine? ONE I was shocked, and to be honest, also a little annoyed. You, John, my husband of...
My husband and I had been living apart for a few years. I was now working as his office assistant for our small engineering firm. Over the last few weeks, we had had some wonderful office sex every day. I was wanting to rekindle our relationship and I could see that my husband was being much more considerate to me. I was enjoying the attention he paid me. I...
"Skip" Richardson was a sophomore business major at Urban University: twenty years old, a nice-enough kid from the affluent suburbs, and a member of one of the most popular fraternities on campus. Skip was slim, blond, blue-eyed, and good-looking. He was a bit short and a bit shy, but a most likable guy and attractive to plenty of young ladies. It was late F...
[Caution: this chapter contains consensual, nonconsensual, and violent sex.] * The ache was intolerable. Everything hurt. Even — perhaps especially — her sore inner flesh. Bruised, battered, and violated, there was no specific focus to her misery, only the bitter totality of it. Voices surrounded her. Indistinct. Muttering. Care and fear were beyond her s...
"And stay away from the ivy." "Yes, Miss Agartha." "Friedi Shepherd saw it stirring just last week. That boy is jumpier than a spider on coffee, but you know it's not worth the risk." "I know." Cedwyn nodded eagerly. The apprentice was already packing his satchel at the front door of the stilted hut. Agartha hopped off her stool and limped over, using th...