1. Sophie was trapped at the back of the bar. She'd made the mistake of walking in alone and being a woman at the same time. And because she was so polite, she made for easy prey for peacocking would-be suitors -- including the guy sitting next to her, explaining the proper way to make a dry martini. So the second she spotted Claire, she shot her hand in th...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** I am standing in front of you wearing sissy-like cute little heels. That and the permanent gold ring you had put in place...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** I'm restrained over the whipping horse so tightly that I can't move an inch in any direction. My wrists and ankles stretch...
I drove through the gate and up a long driveway to the enormous old mansion. I had never been to Rachel's house before, but I always noticed it from the street, since it was the biggest house in town. Rachel had been friends with my girlfriend, Karen, since junior high, but they usually ran in different circles. Rachel was a petite, gorgeous blonde with dark...
For the moment this is the final installment of Charlottesville High School. If the inspiration moves me and time allows, I made add on to it. As always, any of your thoughts, suggestions, or observations are welcome. All story characters involved in sexual activities are 18 years of age or older. * * * * This was not a good day for me to spend time with...
Chapter 1 I was an unremarkable girl in every way, not the brightest or prettiest in school, not the most athletic, nor the most creative or ambitious. However there is one thing that did set me apart. I've had an insatiable, wild libido since I was young that, although it gets me into scrapes from time to time, has given me a gold mine of pleasure and adve...
It has been three months since he left. Everything seems so empty without him. My bath time seems to be the best remedy for however I feel that day. Lonely days lead to contemplations and remembering happy memories while I lay in the tub. Tears of frustration fall when I do not hear from him or when I run into a challenge that he usually resolves. Sensual mo...
It was growing late, and he had homework to do. But he had deliberately left his backpack in his car again. He watched out his window; the parking lot outside his apartment was small and secluded, and currently it held only his car. The time to go to it and retrieve his books would come soon; he knew the schedule, had learned it from many other nights like...
For new readers, this is the story so far: Isabella Silverto, a thirty something woman from 18th century Naples, is facing her second arranged marriage. After witnessing incest in her family and being deflowered and opened to passion by an older friend of her father's when she was young, Isabella developed a sensuous, lascivious nature that she had had to su...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** I'm standing in front of you presenting myself for confession. You are seated in the chair you sit in to hear it. You are...