Chapter 23 -- A collar from Mrs. Peters Ruthie struggled with another issue during March. She realized something she really had not wanted to think about. Increasingly she was attracted to Jen. Whenever the two women were in the room together it was very hard for Ruthie to keep her eyes off her roommate. The two roommates continued their nightly ritual of...
Hi, my name is Becca and this is my first story. Hope y'all like it. :) --------------------------------- Well, I've screwed up. Third day in a row not having homework for Mr. Jackson's class! Plus I broke dress code again. I knew the skirt was too short when I put it on, but Jake Matthews is in my class and he's so cute! I wanted to show off! Mr. Jackson...
Note: You will enjoy this story more if you have read the previous two installments. Again, all of the characters are 18 or over and you should not read the story if you do not enjoy writing that deals with bodily functions. * Andrea Creighton, who taught history at the preparatory academy, was quite excited when Carol Stephens invited her to play for wha...
After I'd been married for only a year, I sensed that I was constantly complaining about my husband's behavior. Where I tended to keep my things, especially clothing, neat and orderly, Brad threw his dirty laundry all over the place and seemed to have assumed that someone would pick up after him. He also criticized me if I didn't get home before he did in ti...
Nervously I knocked on the door of Mrs Hipkins' flat that she occupied on campus. I had been summonsed there for what my teacher called 'punishment time' after she caught me in her class not wearing knickers or a bra. I knew my behaviour had been shameful and I should not have allowed my roommate, Bridget, to dictate my life in this manner. I wished I wasn't...
"How did you do on that test?" It was the first thing he asked me when I walked in the door. I knew what my answers would mean. I hung my head down and in a small voice I replied. "D+" *** This man was a friend of my mom's. She wanted him to tutor me through my senior year in high school to insure my grades would be high enough to get me into a competitiv...
By the side of that old tree trunk, in that clearing, using that same rug on which, earlier, Alex had knelt while taking Richard deep into her mouth and drinking his cum, together they shared food, wine and personal stories. Richard talked about his finding and exploring the BDSM scene. Initially, during his marriage it had been theoretical, in that he had...
Dear Reader: This is the next-to-last instalment of the "Bad Girl" series. This was supposed to be the last, but I wanted it to have a happy ending for all involved. So due to the necessary lengthening, I have broken the Final Chapter into two. Here is the first. My thanks to all of you for your comments, reminders, and occasional "Hey—you fucked up" memos....
Sarah's Picture Book. Sarah Maitland sat propped in bed under her mosquito net, a lamp shedding light on the outsize portfolio on her knee. Outside, night enclosed the Gangetic plain. India slept in moist heat. It was midnight. The book was precious and she had an opportunity to bid for it through Sotheby's, although opposition was being posted by the Metr...
Shawn was an average student. His grades were only decent and could be improved if only he gave a shit. He was a returning graduate, nineteen in a class with seventeen year olds. The truth was, he really didn't care. Shawn and his mother lived alone and moved around the country at least once a year. Her jobs were only temporary so he never had motivation to...