dedicated to KathyJ, my inspiration for this little sordid tale I'd like to thank the many people that have helped me, but especially to Allyourbase: a great editor and friend who pushed me to do this. * Kay looked up from her computer screen, where she had been compiling data for her monthly presentation, because she felt like she was being watched. Glan...
Interview with the Lesbian Vampire Cougars Interview 2: Devana the Lovelorn I know what the others say about me, I know how people see me, and it's not entirely true, I'm not a complete sociopathic bitch like Farah. I do have the capacity for compassion and love, not just for those in my own family. You're probably wondering how incredibly contradictory t...
"Hey I've gotta go now!" "See ya!" I waved bye to my friend Alissa and shrugged my backpack on, jogging to the bus stop home from my college. My breasts bounced as I hopped down the stairs and I held them with my hands as I continued my jog. I didn't want to miss this bus and I had lost track of time... I got to the stop with a couple minutes to spare and...
This is a story containing graphic sexual content and BDSM. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, or might be offended by it please do NOT read it. This is purely a work of fiction... If you do read it, feel free to comment, good or bad, it will help me to understand which way to take this story. I am interested in any feedback, critiques,...
I had been dating Judy off and on for about a year. We had decided it was a relationship based on two things, first limited friendship and sex. I had found I could never trust her enough as a lover to have a long-term relationship with her. As far as sex went, she was a lousy lay. She gave good head, but when it came to a fuck, she wanted to lay back and...
I stand to a degree in the garage. My arms shackled above me and my feet secured to the cold floor. My ass stings from that wicked wooden brush that he knows I hate and adore. With each lash given my body begs for more but my mouth whimpers for him to stop. My excitement still leaks from my body even though it has been a long hour since his presence was be...
(Author's note: I have tried to get an editor for this story but failing that after over a week of looking I'm publishing it. Please be aware this work has some fictional coercion and other sissification elements.) Nick looked at the email he'd received from his wife at lunch again as he got ready to leave work. It had been a month since he'd confessed t...
Living on the edge has never been my philosophy. If anything, I am a rule follower. Oh, I might stretch some rules a bit, but like a stretched rubber band I snap back to a personal reality in due course. A while back on these pages I confessed to having cheated on my loving, adorable, little miss perfect wife. The seven-year itch hit, my then secretary lure...
Linda Tong, looked at the card attached to the package from her student, Owen again. There were instructions, obscene instructions, and an address. Despite herself she got wet and weak kneed when thinking about him. Owen had uncovered the racist things she, and her former student aide Chen had said in class about him. Then he had uncovered that her own gradu...
We ate a quiet breakfast; fresh bagels, coffee and the Sunday paper. Sharon and I sat at either end of the living room couch amidst the green foliage, our feet and toes often touching. After she’d gotten up and refilled our coffees, Sharon sat at my end of the couch and languorously wound herself around me. We seemed to fit so well together, there were rarel...