Mr. Fliorio exasperatedly looked at the Latina girl in the front row who was acting up yet again. This wasn't anything new for him. Having taught at the same Brooklyn high school for 15 years, he felt that he'd seen it all before. He knew he could engage her with an argument or he could let her say her piece and then move on. He knew that she wanted the argu...
SS39: "How To Tickle A Girl Insane" *** After two stories featuring husband-and-wife BDSMperors Mrs. Sandra Ariana Burton and Mr. Louis Oliver Burton at the forefront ("How To Break A Bad Rabbit" and "How To Wage A Wargasm"), I've brought them back for a third time—well, just Sandy this time (Lou had a similar previous engagement to keep this same even...
Arriving early as I usually do when I'm looking forward to something. I check-in and txt you the room number. Meeting on common ground was decided to be our best option as neither of us would hold the "home field" advantage. I begin to unpack my bag of tricks not knowing if anything will be used but I always like to be prepared for anything. I receive a txt...
When I was a sophomore at my local high school, I never had any friends. The only people who talked to me were guys who liked me for my body, since I was tall, blonde and skinny. I ignored all of them as I was extremely focused on my education and to me nothing more was important than having a perfect grade. Everyone knew about my extremely deathly fear of...
She could hear him dragging his computer bag before he came through the doorway. As usual, his beautiful eyes were twinkling with mirth and he had grin on his face, just bordering a laugh. He always looked as though he might burst out into a loud chuckle at any time. The times she had seen him laugh always brought a distinct ticklish sensation between her th...
This day started out like any ordinary day for Ashley. She started her day at 6 a.m. in the morning and proceeded have breakfast with her family at 6:30 A.M. for breakfast she only had 4 plain egg whites with one apple and a banana. The reason she here so little is because she lived keeping her amazingly small and skinny, yet athletic figure. She was a goth/...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...
It was late at night on Saturday, almost early morning, when Dawn awoke with a start in her bed. She thought she had heard a noise from close by. She knew it wasn’t from any of the neighbours as they had both gone out together to a music festival so she had had the weekend to herself, which had mainly been listening to her music as loud as she liked and spen...
"Sweetie, it's not that I don't love you..." explained a black-stockinged Tamara as she adjusted her make-up in the mirror. Her size 4 black dress hugged her one hundred and twenty pound Caucasian athletic frame. "I know," replied a despondent Tom. Watching Tamara dress for her job, one would think she was actually going to the prom. After all, it had just...
"I want to take you somewhere that you've never been before, Tali..." Tali. That's me. It's short for Talisa, but no one calls me Talisa except for my mother. She and I have never seen life eye-to-eye: she is all about business and manners and coldness; I, on the other hand, am all about fun and sex and being relaxed. Up until recently, I didn't really unde...