The cab door opened and a long leg swung out, the black Chanel high heel clicking as it touched down on the concrete sidewalk. The long slender leg was just the beginning as a beautifully 5'8" slender brunette pulled her way out of the taxi and looked up at the impressive brownstone building. It was a beautiful building and she knew it well, thinking on the...
On a Tuesday morning, Angela's alarm didn't go off. It wasn't even set, for that matter, but she still yawned awake at around 7 a.m., her internal clock so well-developed. It usually came in handy but not so much today. It was her day off from Padded Bliss, as it was for everyone else at the spa. Cold weather in the region had frozen the pipes in the buildin...
WARNING! THIS IS A STORY INVOLVING STRONG SCAT PLAY AND WILL FOR ITS DURATION, YE HAVE BEEN WARNED. ***** Rebecca had a thing about her that she thought made her undateable. "What's this thing?" a friend from Rebecca's book club would ask. "Oh you know a thing" would be Rebecca's equally vague reply. Luckily, we are not Rebecca's friend from bookclub, w...
Everyone's over 18 in this story and you shouldn't ever behave like the people in this work of fiction. This chapter also covers new kinks as a result of reader feedback, so let me know what you like (or don't) and I'll see what I can do! The next chapter is already half-written so should arrive soon (ish!) ***** Had anyone else been there, they'd have...
The door opens and I'm blinded by light. I rub my eyes, struggling to make out who has opened it. I eagerly hope that it's her. "Hello, darling," she calls out, standing there in the doorway, her hourglass figure outlined by the light. My heart races, just hearing her words, as she struts over to me. "You're in luck today, my love. Today we will make a tape...
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...
(Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age appropriateness etc are in effect. This piece is about humiliation, degradation and other XXXX sexuality. I am sorry to those who wish me to write a love story and this is in no way meant to deride anyone's sexuality, gender preference. But, this is a very raw and hard piece. So, if you read it I hop...
We were going on yet another "church date." We'd found a nice baptist church, and they have a week end get-away close to home. Melanie had her license suspended again, so I picked her up. She just had a small makeup bag, and we were ready to leave. I noticed her slip something inside my wallet, but I didn't say anything. We went to the church, and registered...
It was the final class of the week and so far my time had passed by rather well. As a young and quite pretty substitute teacher I was used to ill disciplined school kids with constant barbs about my shapely dumb blonde appearance. Dealing with the rowdiness of alpha males and catty females trying to assert dominance was also another prerequisite to survival....
Again under no circumstances read this story if you find anything offensive about chapters 1 or 2. As I lay there paralysed it was impossible to know just how much I had swallowed, all I knew was that I never felt so low and yet to my infinite shame so high. I could feel the shit in every orifice of my body, slithering down my throat throughout my body, s...