Back in Hazely frustration grows. Whilst Abigail Morgan is lying in her hospital bed, diddling herself at her leisure, for the girls of Hazely it is business – or rather lack of business – as usual. Every girl is feeling the strain. Some express their frustration through outbursts of temper: others burst into tears at the slightest provocation. Even the go...
Maggie woke up the next morning. She winced as she stretched. Every muscle in her body was tight. She could hardly move. Standing up she groaned as she could hear her joints popping. It took all she had to walk toward the door. She didn't really walk but sort of just shuffled. Her hips ached. The bones felt as if they had been put under a lot of strain. Magg...
Working on a new exhibit in the Hands On Museum, the people in charge have brought the two of us together. You have been brought in for your computer expertise and skill with virtual reality. I am to be the exhibit. The newest exhibition in the museum is to be on human sexuality, and a special room is being added for a special purpose. When I meet you and s...
Single in my forties. Not a state I'd recommend to anyone. Dating has changed in the last 20 + years, and with the slew of internet dating sites, doors have opened up that maybe should have remained closed. I am going to share a story with you, true to every word, and let you sort out for yourself if maybe I had suffered a temporary bout of insanity. I hit...
Life in Hazely Reform School is grim. Every moment of every day is planned out for you. You must get up when you are told to get up, shower when you are told to shower, eat when and what you are told to eat, and work at what you are told to do when you are told to do it. Add to that the fact that you are always liable to have a cane or a riding crop across...
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, stupidly thinking everyone in the waiting room knew why I was going to see the doctor. "Miss James to room 3 please." I got up and tripped on my own feet as I made my way down the corridor. This was ridiculous. My lovely lady doctor had seen me for years and had never made me feel embarrassed. Why would she now? I knoc...
Participant is over 18. I'm sitting on the end of the table, waiting for the knock on the door. My pulse is racing, and I take a deep breath, trying to relax. It doesn't matter how many times my feet have been in the stirrups. I get nervous every time. The paper beneath me crinkles when I move. I try to stay still, mostly because the paper shirt I'm wea...
Chapter 7 In Praise of Older Women A few days after my sexual exploits into adult movies; I found myself in Professor Sandra Minx office. She was my new graduate advisor. Her field of specialty was ancient civilizations. I noticed that Sandra looked good for a woman in her late forties. She wore cowboy boots; with tight pink jeans that fit her muscular leg...
I sat uncomfortably in the waiting room. I shifted my weight from one side to the next. The beautiful room was filled to capacity with gorgeous woman each studying the latest in high-fashion magazines and catalogs. Finally the woman behind the window called my name for my appointment. I was unsteady in my 4-inch heels and my blouse seemed unusually taut acro...
Lisa's phone buzzed. We were playing hooky from our medical practice to eat lunch in a real restaurant rather than brown-bagging like we usually do. "It's Nikki," she announced with a grin as she glanced at the screen. "Maybe she has a plan for us to meet the Websters and the Marshalls," she continued with a hopeful look on her face. Lisa and I had been wa...