Note: both the characters in this story are over 18 years old. ***** June 18th, 1994 "I'm nervous as hell," Jed said. Jasmine could swear the geeky and scrawny black teen boy with short hair was shivering, and it was not just because he had gotten undressed. The black teen girl with brown eyes, long, curly, dark brown hair on pigtails and a pear-shaped a...
*********************** This action in this story occurs between "Justine Makes a New Friend" and "The Trade Show." It can be read out of sequence, however, some background of two of the minor characters is found in the earlier story. *********************** Sharp bars of light and shadow covered the corner table where Justine and her friend Juliette sat...
Part 3 "Is that its cock? It is big!" Jasmine asked. "That is its tongue. The slug has to make sure that we are suitable hosts," Aisha explained. The creature quickly determined that Aisha was a female and a potential host, but it couldn't be sure until doing a thorough exploration of her vaginal cavity. The red woman gasped when she felt the squirming to...
Dominatrix, in trouble? She did as she was told and turned off the ignition and dropped the keys out the window of her car. Her name is Jasmine. Princess Jasmine to be more specific, and she is a highly renowned dominatrix. Unluckily for Princess Jasmine is that she was on her way home from work and someone reported her car stolen. Which is why she finds h...
Penny lies with her arms and legs secured to the table, trying to make sense of her predicament. She woke up this morning feeling very good until she discovered a cock had sprung out of her body where her clit used to be. Unbeknownst to her, she was selected to be part of an experiment by the less than scrupulous Doctor Krutov, head of Embry University's rec...
Peggy Sanford lifted her head off the lounge chair and took a sip of her Ramos Gin Fizz. She lowered her sunglasses and glanced around the pool area. It was filled with fit, attractive couples and a few singles. Yes, this is definitely worth it she thought to herself. Her accommodations at the Roosevelt New Orleans Hotel with its stunning rooftop pool, luxur...
Debbie Dingle stood in the pouring rain, in a lay-by about a mile from the town of Hotten. Her eyes were searching for signs that the bus carrying Jasmine was approaching, but to no avail. It had been almost two years since she had seen her former lover, on the run from the police for the murder of a constable, who tried to rape her. No contact, then out...
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...
I rolled onto my right side and snuggled into Jasmine's back with a contented sigh, the first rays of morning sun not yet lighting the cabin's windows. Tucked far back into my sixty acres of woodland, early mornings were a dark and peaceful time. Breathing deeply, I inhaled her scent, enjoying the faint floral smell of some unnamable flower. Today was Saturd...
"Dinner was a delicious Tony, thank you," Becky said with a pronounced English accent. He soft brown eyes sparkled in the candlelight. "Yes, thank you, Tony. You've been very kind," her friend Jasmine added. Jasmine was from India originally. Her dark hair, eyes and skin were quite a contrast to Becky's reddish brown hair and pale skin. If possible, Jasmine...