High School girl gets in trouble for not wearing a bra ^^^All characters are over 18 years old^^^ Have you noticed that recently there have been a spat of newspaper stories about female high school students going braless and getting into trouble? Two that caught my eye involved Kaitlyn from Montana and Lizzy from Florida. Hearing their stories has given me...
I am a night owl, a creature of nocturnal habits. Nothing out of the ordinary though, it is just that I work as a waitress in a nightclub. I start around nine in the evening and I get back home around six in the morning. Usually I have a light breakfast and then straight to bed. Therefore I mostly live by night. Talking about living, I live in a small th...
Chapter One My name is Rina. I'm 33 years old and have been married for 7 years now. I am come from a small country in Asia and am of Indian ethnic origin. I am about 5'6" with dark olive skin and long shoulder length black hair. My breasts are 34Bs with large black areolas. My nipples are fairly large and stick out a fair bit. My hips are fairly large at 3...
My first story, finally edited and tidied up. I hope you enjoy it, I enjoyed writing it. --------- You were standing in your local department store in the make up section, looking for foundation. Not too sure what you are doing, and must have looked a little lost as one of the sales girls came up quietly behind you. She was a delightfully pretty 18 year ol...
Fair warning: this story revolves around a discussion on feminism between a sociology and a philosophy professor inspired in part by a real discussion I've had with a colleague. This is a long story and this stuff plays a big role in it. If that's not your cup of tea, I suggest you try some of my other stories. On the other hand, it is one of my personal fav...
The sun was high and hot, its light glittering on the surface of the Atlantic and beating down on the cigarette boat cutting through the low waves, piloted by a wizened Brazilian man in a tattered Parrotthead shirt. Inside the boat's cramped cabin David Mercer tapped away at his laptop. It was the same book he always worked on when he was idle, writing, chan...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to the eagle eyed reader who pointed out the geographical error in Chapter 11, that I've since rectified and reposted. As I'm typing this, Jessamy Beech Chapter 11 has so far received 16 five star ratings in a row. I'm flattered, thanks very much. I must be doing something right and I hope this instalment lives up to all your expectati...
"That was good!" he said, stacking his dishes and silverware. "Thanks," I managed to say. "I mean, the fish was really light, didn't you think?" "Yes." "And I really liked the vegetables, what did you season them with." "Usual stuff." He picked up the dishes and stood stacking them in the sink for a moment. A firecracker went off down the street; then...
The short, pleasantly plump woman in the white tunic stood behind the store counter surrounded by freshly baked pies and cookies and cakes. Her very round, very pink-cheeked face smiled and nodded as she double-checked an order receipt. She then looked up and said with a beaming smile, "Ok. So we'll have the cake ready by 10:00 Saturday morning." Mia, alrea...
Apologies to William Faulkner for paraphrasing his title for my tale. ***** Prologue I opened my eyes and saw my grandson Matthew standing at the side of the bed. "Hi, Grampa! Mom, Grandma, Grampa opened his eyes!" My wife and Matthew's mother jumped up from their chairs and joined Matthew. I'm certain I was smiling; but it was hard to tell what with th...