Maggie and I were sitting at a diner in the small town of Skowhegan, Maine listening to the conversation of a few local men at the next table. We were wandering around Maine and had ventured north of where most tourists go. The locals were discussing what I guessed was an afterhours bar outside of Skowhegan. One of the men was not familiar with it. "Go out...
The morning arrived, shafts of sunlight pressing in through gaps in the thick curtains. I awoke, half in and out of sleep. I had been dreaming of the 'Kitty Litter' and of a pressing need to return for another outdoor pee with other girls from the University. In my dream I had been denied my intent, always turned around before I could reach the spot by the t...
Because i know that Sir will probably want this posted here is the list of twenty ways to please my Sir that i finally put together by about 2am last night after tears and tantrums galore, and Sir refusing to talk to me until i finished. Posting them here also means we can reference them again quickly as opposed to searching through our email accounts for...
I wanted the slutty look that night. I had to look how I felt and how I wanted to be treated. Showered, hair done, make up done. Big black false eyelashes, heavy dark eye shadow that would run and make a mess through tears or anything else wet. Bright red lipstick adorned lips. Pasting it on I tasted my lips on my tongue, blowing myself a kiss in the mirror....
After I chugged a couple glasses of water and was ready to go again, I carefully balanced the webcam on the corner of my bed, setting up the PeePillow and correcting for proper angles. I wanted viewers to see me from the shoulders down, while keeping my face from view and preserving a bit of anonymity. So when I was ready, and my fingers were tingling a lit...
"Come here, Maddy!" whispered Carly as she was washing dishes in front of her kitchen window. "Hurry! You have to see this!" Madison was barely 18 and spent a lot of time helping out in the home of her older, single-mom sister. She sensed the urgency of her Carly's voice and frowned curiously as she walked over from the refrigerator. "What?" "Look out the...
"Take off your panties." "And do what with them?" "Take them off and give them to me." "No." We were at the Four Seasons restaurant for dinner, which may explain her hesitation. Henry Kissinger was a few tables away. Phillip Johnson, the architect who designed the place, was probably there for lunch. Jackie O was there the first time I went in 1979....
Author's Note: the third story from "The Island" series where we find out a little about Jenny. *** III. Jenny's story Episode I. A slave must suffer Hi! My name is Jenny. I'm 20, and I should be the happiest slavegirl in the world! At first, I should introduce my Master. My Master's name is... just Master, he is imaginable. He lives only in the mind of...
"Hi Gabby," Melissa greets as you walk into the restaurant to join her and several of your other colleagues from your new job. Melissa has graciously invited you to join them for dinner and a local stand-up comedy act, and you've seized the opportunity, hoping it will help you fit in better at the office. You contemplate taking a quick trip to the...
(This is a new story which I hope very much that you'll enjoy. I have already posted it elsewhere but, if you've not already come across it, I hope it will give you pleasure. Please be aware though that for reasons of context it contains somewhat stronger language than the majority of my stories. If you're offended by that sort of thing, please give it a mis...