I wear my best lingerie to work the next morning, on the off-chance that yesterday's events repeat themselves. Might as well be dressed for the occasion. When it comes to John, who flies his family to St. Tropez (or somewhere equally luxurious, can't remember now), regular nightwear just won't do. So I'm wearing this lacy black Agent Provocateur number. Simp...
This one is for Tim, who shares my love of shame. It was hard enough for me to get used to Emily's having a regular boy friend. My younger sister would of course continue to want me to clean her when she returned from her now quite frequent dates. I knew that she had this secret pleasure in my experiencing a first tasting of each time her boy friend fucked...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (15.5 min/mp3) * * * * * I know I can be a little obsessive, but when I found myself searching his Internet history for any remnants of porn, even I knew I was crossing a line. I sat there, hoping to find something, anything— "Thick sausage pounded into tight anus" or "Sexy young blonde babes lick each others snatches" or "...
It was a warm afternoon in early September as Kayleigh waited on the station for the man who would own her to arrive. She was nervous and exited. There was a ritual she was to perform, if this meeting was to result in her introduction to the practical side of BDSM. She was so eager to try, however there were too many people around. Someone was sure to see....
We all have fears and insecurities. My fears are trauma-related. My insecurities could fill a stadium. Sexually, my fears lie with consent. My insecurities run the gamut-my looks, my ability to please, the list goes on. I seek security, acceptance. I need to know, gently if possible, what I could work on. I love to be praised. I love being spoken to in my...
A million thoughts ran through Laurie's mind as she walked toward her last class of the day. Her schedule was grueling, but to keep her grants and scholarships she had no choice but to take 17 credit hours and maintain her "B" average. Her studies, along with her part-time job at the library kept her so busy, dating was little more than an afterthought. Lau...
Kathy had a perfect little life. She had plenty of money. She had no worries and no cares. Everything in her life was going along perfectly. To look at all that she had materialistically, anyone would envy her lifestyle. The house, the cars, the trips, the clothes, and the jewelry, she had it all. Fortune without fame and flying beneath the radar is always...
The scene of the battle was Daytona Bike Week; a perfect spring day with a cloudless sky, and just enough chill in the air to counteract the fierce Florida sun. There was a carnival feel to the place, with thousands of motorcycles, mostly Harleys, but a few of every make and model lining the streets of Daytona Beach. The crowd was heavy even at 10 am, and no...
It was the end of yet another long day. I was the gym teacher and coach at an all girls school, and we had just finished a late practice. The school was quiet as I finished up some paperwork in my office. By now, the girls should have finished showering and all gone home. As I shut off the light and locked my office behind me, the empty and silent school per...
Jennifer's dark hair fell around her head as she sat down heavily then leaned back. The bus stuttered forward, finding its momentum, then shuddered uncertainly into the night shaking its passengers of exhausted workers, partygoers and drunks. Jennifer leaned forwards again. She'd always hated night buses. Smelly and uncomfortable, when all she really wanted...