This is the continuing story of Sissy Steffi that goes to military school. Please read PT1 if you haven't already! All characters in this story are of the legal age of consent. *** It was Sunday morning; I was rudely awakened by the cacophony outside my room in the hallway. I looked at my phone. The time was 7:15 am. Who wakes up at 7:00 am on a Sunday; a...
"I'm getting this framed." Becca clicked through her uploaded vacation photos. Between lush, green outdoor shots in the country and the indulgent, macro shots of downtown architecture was a single image. It was a close-up of her partner's face, smushed against a grey damask cushion as he slept. Lex leaned over her shoulder, eyeing the computer screen. He f...
Note- This is a work of fiction and anything resembling real events is a complete coincidence. xxx London, February 28th, 2018. Emma Watson looked out of the window of her North West London apartment and gave a heavy sigh. In the background the television weatherman told of the 'Beast of the East' which was a blast of freezing Siberian air that had hit t...
Really sorry about the long wait but I do have reasons for that:) 1. I was busy growing up. 2. I really thought I had finished this but I kept getting emails to update....so I finally continued what I thought was a complete story. As usual, let me know what you think. I'll post the follow up to Attempted break up by Tues next week. Thanks for reading and goo...
"So," I asked My wife and slave as W/we lay in bed, "have you given any thought to a Halloween costume for this year?" "What!?!" was her anticipated response. "Master, it's just barely the beginning of September!!!" "So?" I chided her, gently pinching her just above the hip bone. "There's no reason to not think about it now, is there?" "i suppose not,...
Nana Cotton was soft and pretty as her name with a round, friendly face that Richard loved from the time he was eight and a half years old. Now he was thirty-five and Nancy "Nana" Cotton was sixty-eight, but she was still soft-faced and lovely. She looked like she'd cry for you if you asked her. But long ago, when he was eight and she lived two doors away,...
Tala's eyes snapped open with a suddenness that stunned her and she jolted bolt upright in Buhawi's arms. Shit! I forgot to untie Buhawi. She scrambled off the bed to find her bag and extract the keen little folding knife that was her everyday carry (living in Sin City meant going about armed, after all). She walked back to the sleeping Tikbalang and gently...
This is a true story of seduction. Every girl loses her cherry, sometimes reluctantly, (at first) this is Julie's story. I will always remember Dennis who whispers love, rubs the right places, climbs the cherry tree, picks all the fruit and put it in his basket Juliebamagirl. Thanks to Dawn J. for your editing and support. ***** Julie is reading Cosmo a...
It was our twenty-fifth Halloween together. I watched as she passed out the candy cups she'd made to the little trowels who made their way to our door. Halloween! Such a savage holiday. Steeped in magic, tempting the very fates that on all other nights we hide; fear. But tonight, we laugh at the demons, mock the monsters and wink knowingly at the dark forces...
Chapter 6. The Meaning of Life "What's wrong, Trace?" I asked, trying to comfort her. "Nothing" She sniffled. "Everything." Oh, man, not this sort of thing again. Shouldn't a goddess be above this sort of thing? "It's OK. Just talk to me. Let me help." I held her gently, just smelling her hair and feeling her against me. We really hadn't just been close l...