Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers...
It is after work and I am at the gym. I don't often go these days, but I've had a long hard week in front of a computer – too many donuts and cups of bad coffee - and I need to do something active. After all a woman in her mid-30s needs to watch her figure! I've been there an hour or so, working up a good sweat, when Cliff comes over and offers to spot me on...
Another night stuck in this cold apartment, dark and ever lonely. There must be more to life than this – sitting in a chair watching the dance of shadows on the wall while the woman I love is out with yet another man. She doesn't know I love her, at least, I've never told her, but what chance do I have? I have known her for a while now, and she knows me. We...
I was sitting in a burger getting quick bite to eat before heading home, just relaxing and killing time with a little people watching. Watching the young frazzled looking mother with her little son in mismatched shoes tugging at her hand waiting impatiently for his 'chickie nuggisss' to be ready, taking in the trendy teenagers sitting so close all mushy eyed...
I have a huge headache. What did I drink last night? More importantly: where the hell am I!? My eyes are open but I can't see anything. I can't move either. What is going on?! I smell a candle burning; it smells fruity; like something citrus-y and tropical. I can hear music playing, too. I'm slightly disoriented but I can tell that it's "Sex Room" by Ludacri...
Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. We are taking a short break right now whilst she concentrates on her studies. This is the continuing story, written by both of us, telling of how we first met ... * PART 8 Slut (14) ... Sold. Sold like a slave. Forced to display my slave body in every imaginable revealing manner. Forced to cum a...
Maybe it had a little something to do with the way I remember you watching me in the shower the first time. I went on about my business as if you were not absorbing every move I made. The feelings you brought on made me feel I was a princess, a woman to be seen and appreciated in the nude. Just as I turned around to brace my leg on the edge of the tub, you...
In a cool low lit room you push me to my hands and knees making sure my legs are spread wide. You take your time running your fingertips over my hips, thighs, to the curve of my ass and I shiver. I move to push back on your hands and you hold me still, taking your time. I feel the palm of your hand graze over my sex then cup firmly. I'm tense, nervous and...
Authors note: Happy 2018, everyone. Thank you, everyone, for the positive feedback and comments they mean the world to me and have brightened my days. I'm back at work so the writing is slower but hopefully, I will continue to have one chapter a week for you this year as well. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie....
I am a bad puppy, coming to my Master without real training, or real devotion to the task of being a good dog. He took me for a walk in his fenced garden my first day, and I was very bad indeed. I picked up a flower I thought was pretty and handed it to him. Master was quick to point out the error of my action. Dogs didn't pick flowers. They might smell them...