Dear Mistress, Though I am writing this for an audience, consider this a part of my submission. I can think of a no more humiliating or degrading act of sexual subservience than to broadcast my status as a bitch, slut, whore or whatever name you chose to call me. My readers may assume this is a rhetorical device. Let me spare a moment to reassure them. T...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and consenting. *~* I was sat home, alone in bed watching porn on my tablet computer. It was around 2pm on a lazy Saturday afternoon in July. My curtains were drawn shut but the window was open, allowing a light breeze into the otherwise stuffy room. My pink flowery curtains lightly blew as I scrolled thr...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being a Peeping Tom in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. I had decided not to get the pol...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is written in first-person subjective narration format. Most first-person narration stories involve an *objective* narrator, who describes events as they actually happen (but of course, the concept of "actuality" depends on acceptance of objective reality). In this story (as with most of mine) the narrator is highly subjective. She...
I always enjoyed the nights when my husband was out. It was pure relaxing bliss -- I could do whatever I felt like, lounge about in whatever (lack of) clothing suits me, masturbate as much as I want, watch whatever kind of porn I want, anything. Meanwhile I know he's away getting something he needs. It wasn't always like this. He used to be very pushy in be...
Amy Cooper could hardly keep a straight face as she watched her son. The eighteen-year-old boy, still a senior in high school, stood shivering as he avoided eye contact with the woman. Amy had brought Jamie to the store to shop for a new summer wardrobe. As a graduation gift she planned to bring the boy along on vacation this year, so he needed something app...
Shivering, cold, feeling weaker than ever before, I look up at them with my heart beating a million miles per hour. From my vantage point... the dim wet tile floor of the girls locker room at my high school, they seem to tower over me like strange Satanic titans. I'll capitalize the letters in titans that were most obvious; TITanS; TITS. I can see their pa...
This is an INCEST TG STORY. Repeat, INCEST! If you do not like incest, please do not post saying how you dislike the story, as you have been forewarned! Thanks to Josie, for your insight and encouragement. A great writer, a great character and a great friend. Standard disclaimer, all characters over 18, yadda, yadda. Love it when people play with my things,...
Prologue Hi...My name is Taylor. I am now a cousin of Clark Kent, but before the accident, I didn't even know him. I am a male, who stopped growing in every way since the meteor accident in 1989. I am only 4 ft. 2 in., no hair on my body, haven't been through puberty at all and was forced to watch all of my friends go through the changes. Want to know how i...
Hannah's insufferably girly script stared at me from the slip of paper in my hand. There was only one word on it. Logan Followed by a heart with a toothy smiley-face in it which I couldn't easily look away from. It was the eyes. They were following me when I moved the paper around in my hand, like those of a haunted painting. Ugh. I gave the back of Hanna...