Ned entered his residence suite to the sound of running water in the bathroom. Inside the steamy room, he saw that someone was using his shower. Her hands vigorously scrubbed around a head and hair covered in shampoo suds. With her eyes closed against the soapsuds and the drumming water masking outside sounds, she made no sign of noticing Ned's presence. Tur...
Hey, there. My name is Roselyn Xavier. I'm the best friend of a bisexual guy. And I'm in love with him. I first met Jason Des Moulin when we were both seniors at Zulu Academy, a historically Black private school in the city of Boston where the African-American elite of New England have been sending their sons and daughters for years. The school's student bod...
The following story has been compiled from the diaries kept by a teacher at the Rotenberg Academy For Young Ladies in Paris. The diaries are now in the National Archives. As explained in the previous stories, the school was founded by Professor Alphonse Rotenberg in 1891 to instruct the daughters of rich and titled families in the finer arts of sex. It was w...
"Are you ready?" Veronica smiled over her desk at Desirée. "I guess so," the teen answered slowly, rotating her wrist to relieve her writer's cramp. The two women were sitting together in Veronica's office, looking out over the darkened street. The clock radio on the side table blinked 10:45. "It's all right if you are nervous." Veronica turned off her co...
Annabelle: Presentation Soiree ----- Annabelle sat in perfect posture: back straight, hands folded in her lap, feet together, knees bent and pressed together with her calves vertical. It was just the way her teachers at the expensive private finishing school had taught her was the lady-like thing to do. Her mother, a TWA alumnus, sat next to her, more rela...
The Futas The elite, the rulers, the chosen few. Physically similar to women other than that they possess male reproductive organs instead of female ones. Additionally, their pheromones make women aroused and suggestible. The Futarchy The futa-controlled government that rules the world. The Women The underclass, the ruled, the working masses. In thrall to th...
My name is Steve Grangers, a tall young black man living in Boston. It's December 24, 2008, and I'm just having some fun in the city. Vacation time, know what I mean? Cool. Yeah, man. It's been a tough year for me. After dealing with mean teachers, male and female stalkers, political correctness gone mad and female sociopaths, I made it. I've recently gradua...
Ned lay on his back on the fluffy white linens with the bed covers pushed back. His cock was planted firmly in Angelina's cunt and he felt the wonderful soft friction being generated by her motions. Ned's half dazed eyes saw her shadowed, upright figure in the moon glow that filtered through the curtains. Angelina's long strawberry hair waved gently behind...
Part 26: Hollywood Devon opened the morning meeting and focused the trainers. "OK, we have Suzanne coming in a couple days, and we have Donna and Yvette going home today. First focus, sending them home with their owner. Secondly, and this is about to become our first focus, getting Crystal into phase three." "Devon, she's got some more Ballet to master. S...
Chapter 1: Phone Call The phone rang as she came in the door with her hands full of groceries. Amelia set them down and reached for the phone. "Hello?" she said. "You have been accepted into The Academy. A packet will soon arrive with instructions on how to proceed", a voice said. Amelia collapsed into a nearby chair and slowly smiled. She has been accepted...