Call me Starr. I work in a strip bar in a small Midwestern town. Most girls dance for the money, but I do it because it turns me on. To me, there's nothing better than slipping into a skin-tight bodysuit and prancing around stage in front of horny men. Their hoots and howls make my pussy drool. My favorite part of the job is taking a man into a private boot...
This was submitted for entry into the Marxist Story Competition No. 3 held on the General Bulletin Board. That's why it is a short story as the rules stated we had to write less than 1500 words ('though I've added a few more for this version) and include various key words in the story-line. For some reason the competition never started and so here's my con...
All of the stories I have written so far are from my life experiences, but I often get asked what my fantasies are. I have a few that range from the soft stuff to some very wild (if you get my drift) fantasies. One major fantasy that I would like to share with you deals with my combining my exhibitionism and my strong desire for sex with more than one guy....
We had been working together for about 3 months when I started to notice Jackie. She was a waitress at the bar I managed and boy was she yummy! A little compact blonde with 36D titties and an ass to die for. We were chatting one night and I casually mentioned I was off the next day and asked her if she wanted to come over for dinner and a couple of drinks...
Kira was beautiful. At 5'8", she had the exotic beauty of her mother, a Mohawk Indian. Large, brown eyes were set on high cheekbones. Kira's lips were pouty and looked swollen as if they had been kissed. Her long black hair had never been cut, as per tradition. Her body was lithe and toned from years of working out. It fairly screamed "Goddess." Her hips f...
Kathleen didn't mean to lose the tour group. They just walked too quickly for her, never stopping long enough to appreciate the sublime decrepitude of Havana's architecture. Besides, she thought, that morose young man in the cheap khaki suite I keep seeing is probably with the secret police. I can't get in too much trouble. The warm and humid Cuban dusk tur...
Dear Shoeblossom, I am a Maine heiress, and I am also a submissive to a wonderful man who I hope will be my husband one day. I butt-dialed, or butt-recorded this conversation with Blade on my phone about eight months ago... Hope you like it! Averill Von Auken "You really were so hard on Kermie, Blade." "He moves in with us, your son, Averill. He agreed t...
After Nancy's demands, Bill had been frosty over the weekend. But the week started well. Nancy was home Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday and fixed dinner for them. The dinners weren't fancy, but there were no planned-overs. She was trying hard. The fact was that now that Bill had realized he was missing sex, that he was willing to overlook her affair as long a...
Ryan Bradshaw wasn't entirely sure what to do with Sakura's assignment. It felt like a bomb that she had lobbed across his desk and into his lap, all with that innocent smile on her face. It was a provocation, he was sure. For a routine end-of-year creative writing assignment, Sakura had submitted a translation of the first chapter of a novel she was writin...
This is a rough draft and I appreciate any constructive criticism. I wanted to establish an alternate universe and capture the spirit of horses in the characters. Please be gentle and patient with me, I'm no professional! ***** The Female Centaur Academy was an elite preparatory academy for all clans and tribes to converge. Now, this particular academy w...