Chapter One A week had passed since Renée’s revenge had been wreaked on Betty. At first everyone had waited with bated breath to see what Betty would come up with for get-back. Of course by the same token no one knew what Renée held over Betty’s head in the first place to get her revenge so completely, but they rightly assumed it must have been something ma...
Hi, my name is Amber and this is my humiliating story of submission and defeat. I was dating this guy who had an ex-girlfriend that wouldn't leave us alone. Her name was Kayla and she became an ex because of her poor attitude and how badly she treated other people. However, she got it in her head that the reason she became an ex was because of me, which coul...
You lead me to the lower carriage of the train and sit down on one of the backwards-facing chairs that has the four chairs facing each other. This was a surprise to me as I knew you were going to play with me, and I did not see how this was going to be subtle... You pulled me to stand close between your legs. My skirt comes to just below your legs. I feel y...
Maybe I should use a more provocative title like "I Am a Depraved Man" to make my thoughts appear intriguing and frank, suitable for the topic of sex in writing. Or perhaps, something steamy and titillating: "How I Raped My Sister"—mimicking true confession magazine headlines—more intimate and appropriate for the avid readers of EROTICA, the realm of fiction...
The happiest day of Josh Fields' life was the day he and his friends ambushed their classmate on the beach. Wanda was a beautiful black girl with huge round tits that looked like half watermelons that sat on her chest. Most of the school had shown up to watch them pull Wanda's bikini top off. Wanda squealed in embarrassment and Josh almost came in his shorts...
She Belongs to Me "Honey, I home." My heart stopped and a lump gagged my throat. Routine autonomic functions ceased, while my mind jolted to sharp attention from the numbing slog of household chores. "She's here. Home, yes home, my love is home with me." With the patience of a flower opening to the morning sun, my heart began to beat again and the warmth of...
Some years ago, an excellent writer of adult fiction, writing under the pseudonym "Little Joe," created several characters inspired by myself and several lovely ladies we both knew. One character was based on me, Bobbie Kaye, and was nicknamed Cutie, or Little Miss Cutie. Little Joe posted a number of these wonderful stories, in which Bobbie Kaye and her fri...
In the event that you are reading this series for the first time, I have already posted 3 previous segments for A BusinessWoman's Journal. Please take the time to read them in order starting with April/May. * August 2010 Friday, August 12, 2010 I met Mr. Mayhew at a local restaurant located in the Mall. Once we were seated at our table, I noticed a...
The incident at the Japanese bathhouse. Was it only yesterday? If I live to be one hundred the memory of it will be burned into my brain as vivid as it is at this moment. First of all, the bathhouse. I had been more than a little relieved when, after making a few discrete inquiries, I had discovered that many of the more lurid stories I had read were, at th...
You are an attractive woman, who somehow through the course of the day, ends up naked. You can be at home, school, work, or any place that you feel would be the worst place for an attractive woman like yourself to be caught naked. You can be an average woman, who has a job or goes to school. You can be a wife and mother. You can even be a celebrity. It's up...