Summary: Nerd teen continues her training as submissive. Note 1: Thanks to Rebecca, the famous artist whose artwork inspired and was used for this series. Especially her series 'Housewives at Play', 'Teens at Play' and 'Hot Moms'. Thank you for access to your entire book catalogue as well as your website for this massive series. Note 2: This is the seventh...
You wake up with your head throbbing like you've been hit over the head with a bat and you can barely see as you struggle to open your eyes. After a minute or two your vision slightly clears up and you notice that you're in a bedroom, your arms and legs are tied to the bedposts and you're dressed in nothing but a pair of pink panties. You scream out for hel...
Terri stood up and walked toward Chris, never taking her eyes off of his throbbing cock, as if she was in a trance. Chris watched her lithe, incredible body with a smile, as she walked straight up to him and straddled him on the couch. She looked Chris in the eye as she reached down and placed his dickhead at the entrance to her pussy and lowered herself ont...
As Wendy finished putting on her make-up, she admired herself in the mirror. The cute18 year-old blonde staring back at her had a mischievous smile. She knew she looked good. She wasn't a rail-thin supermodel, and didn't want to be. They always looked so drugged out. Wendy was a petite firecracker, built to have fun. Though only five feet tall, she had curve...
Prefix: Welcome to my next erotic story. This story will be written from the point of view of a Transvestite Dominatrix. It is a new twist in my mindset as I normally identify as submissive and as a sissy maid and slut to a dominant Master. It's my 'kink' but I have danced around in my mind a story from a position of Chantel being a true Transvestite Dominat...
"You know the Sanders' have a lovely son about your age." Therese said. Tiffany glanced up from her laptop at her mother, a knot of dread forming in her gut. "What?" Here we go again. "You know, Julian. Julian Sanders? You could bring him to Samantha's wedding." "No, I don't think so." Flashes of that one college party they'd both gone to went through Tif...
I hurry out of the high school and walk the four blocks to my father's twenty story office building. I have just turned eighteen and it has just been Dad and I since I was a little girl. Mom left and we never heard from her again. I am a senior at an all girl's Catholic school and Dad has been very strict about my association with boys. I am a very petite...
As a rule, I normally don't….dogs are not my kind of creature. They're fine—'man's best friend' and all that—but like most men I know, they're too high maintenance…. Give me a cat, any day—not that I have one—and let me spend the rest of that energy indulging myself…. I got the call late afternoon. It was an emergency of sorts. R had to make the long drive...
"All characters participating in sexual activity are age 18 or older." [Opening Theme: "Violet Skies" by In This Moment] EPISODE 8: "Battle on the Football Field! Now I'm the Team's Target?" "And now for the latest developments in Bensonville, Debbie Woods." "Thanks, Richard. I'm here just outside Bensonville, where the Army is setting up a Forward Ope...
"Bless me, Mother. I have sinned." The confessional booth bench was cold and hard. Each ridge of wood grated on my bare shoulders on the black slab. Our I adjusted my cream laced dress and pulled up on my nude stockings-- it was a futile effort to get comfortable. I assume they do this on purpose. "It's been over a month since my last confession." "Go ahead...