If you want the juice skip to paragraph 5 Onnibel, an unassuming, plain young woman by public definition attends a specialized university; the area of accent is biotechnology research and development. Her field of expertise is identifying and classifying new/unidentified organisms. She had few people come in or go out of her lab, so little so that many o...
The following may be a fictional story but it may also be real, we will never know because it is an excerpt from a diary found in an abandoned apartment building. Of which the apartments last occupant was a woman. November 1, 1998 Dear Diary, I don't know where to start cause a thing like this is only leading to being known as crazy. I went out last nigh...
I am straddled across his body, my legs bent and gripping his hips, my hands on his chest and my head bent forward as the last wave of my orgasm ripples up from my groin. I feel the final contraction dissipate and the warm flow of my juice begin to seep from my body. Collapsing on him I gasp for breath and inhale the musky scent of his unwashed body. I feel...
Diane was having a normal, boring day at work. That is how she liked her days at work to be, and that was how they usually were. She was in the middle of some very complicated, technical paperwork about the depreciation of a boiler in the campus' physical plant, which is what an actuary could be expected to be doing at 1 PM on a rainy, boring day. There were...
Note to Reader: The story takes place in an insane asylum in French Colonial Algeria, during the Algerian War of Independence (1954-1962). Dr Pierre Marques is a white French doctor, psychologists and therapist, who believes strongly in the French Empire and the civilising mission. Entrenched within him, is his belief, that Algerians and Muslims are inherent...
Brian's voice rang true and clear in the packed auditorium. 'Hey girl, I don't want you to cry no more inside. All the money in the world could never add up to all the love I have inside... I love you.' Then the rest of the group joined in, their voices carrying right to the back of the packed auditorium. The concert was going great and Jennifer couldn't hav...
My Dearest Mistress Diana: First off, I cannot thank you enough for the new wardrobe, which must have cost a fortune. I feel like a leather and PVC goddess and I got a new asymmetrical bob for a hairstyle fashionable enough to match. Even during a busy week of domme training (if only I could have taken the two weeks you suggested - my office schedule did no...
Ch. 09: Scientia Sexualis I bowed to his will. After I confessed my desire for him, for what he did to me when we slept together, something changed. I did not lose my mind and become his soulless slave. Nor did I become a weaker or a lesser woman. But I did give my body to him and allowed him to craft my performance in ways that pleased him. Because that wa...
This is weird, Sara Jennings thought, as she walked down the hall of George Washington Senior High School. Her principal sent the building sub to her room, and asked her to come down to the office immediately, and bring her purse and jacket. And the closer Sara got to the office, the more nervous she became. Did something happen to Jon? Please God, she thoug...
"You know that was the first time I saw you naked." This was Peter, my favorite sub. He was referring to our last session, when I'd brought in another mistress to domme the two of us. It had gone very well (you can read about it in "Becoming a Sub"), and I had agreed to let Peter dom me for half this session. "We can session in the nude. I'd like that act...