**All characters in the story are, as identified, 18 years old or above.** Emily could not believe she was wearing this bullshit outfit. Like some slutty costume, but it was for real. She never wore skirts, especially ones cut at the knees, or white dress shirts, or knee high socks. It was all Jamie's fucking fault. Jamie's parents had bragged to Emily's p...
Mother Superior, naked as the day she was born, walked over to the young nun and took her by the hand. "Now, Sister, it is your turn to take off your clothes." "But, but I can't," she shook her head in bewilderment. "I can't be naked in front of you, in front of Father." "How else will we be able to teach you the "pleasures of the flesh" unless you are na...
Meet Father James Nyondo, a thirty-something black man living in the town of Kibuli, not far from the City of Kampala, Uganda. In this small African country where priests and preachers from Europe have spent generations converting the locals to Christianity, becoming a priest or a preacher is a sign of high status. Father James Nyondo loves being a Catholic...
Ich bin die 39jährige Polizistin Sandra König; viele würden sagen daß ich bildhübsch bin, ich habe schwarze, gut schulterlange Haare die ich meist zu einem Pferdeschwanz zusammen gebunden habe, schwarze Augen, ein sehr hübsches Gesicht, eine Handvoll Brüste mit kleinen Nippeln und Vorhöfen, eine Wespentaille, einen knackigen Po und unheimlich lange, schlanke...
The TV was still blaring news about the sexual zombie attack downtown. Shelia figures we best gear up and go fight. "First, you two need to shower," Shelia said, looking at Heather and I, "but probably not together." Heather and I looked sidelong at each other rather sheepishly. My midsection was a sticky, shiny mess with a (finally) deflated cock. Heather...
The Magdalene Academy was set far out in the countryside. It was free of distractions and had few neighbors and was the perfect place for a school of reform. The girls sent to this school were out of control and their parents had turned to the church for help. The girls were all daughters of rich socialites and nobles who had let their children get out of ha...
Sister Claire was a dedicated nun – or so she thought. She had given herself entirely to the demands of her order for over four years. With her colleagues, the Order of the Mount, Claire had given everything she could to the service of her God and to helping the poor and those who had "lost" their connection to God. Claire loved being a nun. Aged thirty, sh...
To the eyes only of His Excellency, the Sovereign Guardian of the Free Peoples of Nyaska and the Nyaskan Mountain Range, Duke Horatio II, I'm writing simply to apologize for the delay in my return. My allotted time away from my duties has expired by at least a week, I think, and I'm aware that my services are no doubt sorely missed, as I am still your only...
Kristanna opened her eyes, half-awake she could barely feel her body. She looked around and recognized the room, she was definitely in the dungeon at the mines. As her vision slowly cleared she also recognized the tall security guard standing a couple yards away. Kristanna realized she had no clothes on, and her arms were stretched above her head. She tried...
I spent the better time of my high school years in detention. I just couldn’t seem to keep myself out of trouble. Hell, that was why I graduated a year late, because I never could seem to get to school enough to get the grades I needed to get outa good old St. Francis High. That was until the first day of school in what would be my last year of high school....