Sara threw herself into the Paris lifestyle. She started speaking French, started smoking cigarettes, and started dressing the part of a young, sexy Parisian woman. We were having a fabulous time in Paris. We became best friends with Sam and Janice and they introduced us to the Paris LGBTQ scene. But as much as we enjoyed that scene, Sara was becoming less c...
Author's Notes: (1) This is fiction, just a story; (2) One should never start a book at chapter 10. This story as a whole is way longer than I anticipated when I started, too long for those who hate it, not long enough for those who like it...apologies to the latter group; (3) Jason is not being exploited by anyone except himself, and shouldn't we all exp...
Note from the author-- I apologize for the confusion this has caused. I don't know what happened to my original version of this story, but here it is again. * It was a beautiful Saturday in June. The year was 1983 and Laura was getting dressed for the biggest party of the summer; her sister Sara’s wedding. Laura, the maid of honor, was so excited to ha...
The next weekend Jen went out with Ricky. This was especially exciting for me because it was the first time Jen thought of it as a "date" with Ricky. We did a lot of talking the week leading up to this, but each time we decided this was just more of our harmless fun, just our "Game" (we started calling it that). We were young and sowing our wild oats. We bot...
I lay on my back on the couch, Brett was over me moaning as he fucked me. I couldn't believe it was happening. When he finally came deep inside my pussy, he pushed himself up looking down at me smiling. "God Sloan you are so fucking hot." He said. I'm five foot six, with D-cups, light brown hair and a really fit body. Brett didn't pull out right away. I cou...
When she arrived back home her father wasn't in. She was eager to ask him what it was that Charles had wanted to see him about. She sat in the sitting room with a piece of embroidery trying to pass the time, but she was so distracted that she couldn't concentrate on what she was doing. She had started out trying to decide whether or not she would be happy if...
Over the next few days, Becky and I discussed our upcoming engagement and marriage. She had already scripted out our engagement. "Go to the Zales in the mall. Ask for Mrs. Plotkin. Tell her Becky sent you. She is holding the ring for you. I would still like a formal proposal. I'd like it at my house in front of my parents. I suggest you reference obedience...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** I am standing in front of you wearing sissy-like cute little heels. That and the permanent gold ring you had put in place...
This is a work of fiction. No person in this story is based on or relates to any living person. However, the concept of clothing optional cruise and tour itinerary are based on reality. The activities described in this story are imaginary and are neither condoned nor recommended by the author. The story makes more sense if you read chapters 1, 2,3 and 4 f...
John gave Clare a kiss on the lips and headed out the door. He had his meeting with Ciara this morning and practically raced to work. He arrived early into the office and dug out his 'emergency bag'. It contained a razor, shaving cream, aftershave, and a spare change of clothes. He applied a generous measure of aftershave to himself and threw the bag back...