It had been a rough night; she'd tossed and turned the whole way through – she'd had very little sleep. She knew it was spiraling out of control but was at a loss to do anything about it. Perhaps I need help, professional help, she thought to herself. Beep! Beep! The BMW behind hooted its horn. She looked up at the lights, they were on go. She quickly gather...
As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my long legs, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my perky C cup breasts, with a head of long blond hair to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a short neatly trimmed strip of public hair and already dripping in anticipation of what was to come. My name is Emily and I was 23, I...
Dana yawned and stretched, combing her fingers through her dark, wavy hair. She refastened the tortoiseshell barrette at the nape of her neck that was supposed to make it look neat and professional – "supposed to" being the operative words. It always seemed to look as if she'd just rolled out of bed. Oh well. Her eyes drifted between the three camera m...
Days Thirty-Five to Thirty-Eight After all the drama, it was back to stultifying routine: the foetid air, the ever-present whiff of latrine, the four dingy featureless walls and the long, long hours to fill. When to exercise; when to masturbate: these were about the only decisions we were free to make. Food was brought and crockery taken away; occasionally...
My problem with "mind control" stories is that there's usually a blurring of consent at best. Often it's not so much blurred as stomped upon. I often love a lot of the fantasy elements, but that consent issue tends to derail it for me. This story is in part an attempt to thread the needle of mind-control-with-consent. The first two chapters of this story wi...
Miranda liked to browse the lingerie department of the big store in town. It was an adventure to go out into the world fully dressed and made up as a girl. To see the admiring and lust filled glances she would get from men of many ages. To be able to just feel free and feminine and a little wild, knowing that beneath it all she had a secret hidden. She had...
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Graham slipped onto the hard pew, discarded the small candle beside him, and then surveyed the sparse congregation scattered below him. John claimed the sanctuary of St. Paul's United Church was never full for the midnight service. The rows of empty pews did not sit right with Graham's childhood memories. Where were the children? Graham surveyed the preponde...
ONE The maitre'd's eyes opened as the hostess escorted the woman with her child into Tollozo's. My God, that's the tallest woman I've ever seen, Felix thought to himself. Tall, REAL tall, blonde and quite stacked...but her kid is in a classy suit...no that can't be a kid, he's balding...he's a fuckin' midget! Oh, yeah...that's Ambrose Gunn, I'm wearing...
For Kimberly Wes Powell was lying naked in bed when his bedroom door burst open. He immediately closed his legs and sat upwards, and stared into the face of his laughing sister. "Damn it, Jennifer! Heard of knocking?" He pulled his knees to his chest to conceal his erect penis. "Oh. My God! You were jacking off AGAIN? Mom is going to kill you!" Wes grabb...