Even though she was only eighteen, the other pros on the International Women's Professional Tennis Tour said she was a "sure thing." Ever since she had picked up a racket at the age of three, it was apparent to anyone who watched her that Raye Anne Malloy was a phenom. She was a special tennis player, she had the blonde good looks and feminine innocence that plastered her face all over teeny bopper, and women's sports magazines across the country. It was a well known fact in advertising circles that a Raye Anne Malloy cover, meant at least a thirty percent bump in newsstand sales. That translated into increased advertising revenue. With a seven figure shoe deal and her own personal fragrance line, Raye Anne was about to take on the best in the world at ... Read More»

Author's note: This is part of a series of stories about Jacqueline DeNorlan, a famous sculptor and her submissive, a young Assistant District Attorney named Victoria Lerner. I want to test them out before thinking about writing more than the three stories that already exist on my hard drive. So, feel free to comment on the story, critical remark are especially welcome – as long as they focused on facts and not on pure emotion. In plain words, if you think the story sucks, not only let me know that it does but also tell me why. Thanks! ------------------------------------ Victoria checked the bathroom to make sure that she had not left anything behind; she closed her carry-all and put the box her Mistress had sent her the day before in her hand ... Read More»

As I got the kids ready for school the next morning, my mind was replaying over and over the events of the previous day. The last 24 hours had bordered on something incredible, and it still caused me to wonder if I had been dreaming. After they had gone, I finished the little bit of cleaning that needed to be done, and went upstairs to take a shower. I made a quick trip into Bill's office to look out the window, and saw Sheila with her net, cleaning small bits of debris out of the pool. She saw me and waved. "Come one over... we are wasting beautiful sunshine!" I grinned and replied, "OK, let me get a quick shower and I will be right over." I immediately stripped out of my clothes and jumped in the shower, the warm water rushing over ... Read More»

I had been studying for what seemed forever. My finals were a week away and I felt like the semester had just started. This was my last round of finals. I completed my Thesis and all that stood in the way of me graduating were those damned finals. As luck had it the biggest book on earth was the one I had my nose buried in. I felt hands roll up my upper back and onto my shoulders. It took me a moment to figure out if I were dreaming and that all the reading I had been doing for the past two weeks had finally gotten to me or if what I felt was real. As I turned my head she kissed my cheek. It was my roommate Sheri. “Heya babe, I just came down to see if you wanted to take a break and have a little something to eat.” She grinned from ear to ear naughtily as ... Read More»

x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x I told you all how I met River in "Jessi Meets the Barristas." She works at the local coffee stand, and she and I became lovers after hooking up at a party at her boss's house. Over the next few months, River and I would get together fairly regularly... Both of our schedules are busy, but we managed to spend some "quality time" together (wink, wink) at least once a week. She still lives at home, so we have to be a little discreet, but we have had some wonderful moments together. Her parents have seemed friendly enough, glad that their shy daughter had made a female friend. She and I are careful not to show any overt affection in front of her parents, as she has told me that they are very religious and would freak if they knew ... Read More»

Chapter 06: A Town under Siege,/b> ---------------------------------------- "What in the hell was that?" Chief Whitman muttered brushing glass fragments from his hair. "A machine gun," Kat replied, "We're up against a frickin' army." "A chain gun, probably.25 caliber," Jo said in a low voice. "Where'd those people get those weapons?" "How do you know that?" Tiffany asked. "Army. Two tours in Iraq." "You never told us," Kitten said. "Never came up." "I have a cousin in the Army," Chief Whitman said. "What unit were you in?" "Military Police. 2nd Brigade HQ. Staff Sergeant." "I've sworn to defend this ... Read More»

Your skin trembles as I take hold of your left wrist and lift it into the leather cuff attached to the wall by thick chain, and I can feel its feverish heat through the thin barrier of my elbow length pvc gloves. Now your right wrist, and I hear a soft sigh escape your lips, as if in resigned acceptance of your fate. For the final step in preparation, I lift your silken blonde hair from your neck and snap the studded leather collar into place around it, stroking the soft skin of your neck as I let your hair fall back into place. The collar- the symbol of your complete and utter surrender to me. You are mine now, my pet, my plaything, to do with whatever I so wish, to act out my every forbidden fantasy. I step back to admire my handiwork. There you are before ... Read More»

Every week-end my girl friend from college would come and stay at our place in this quiet country village to get away from the main city. We always had a great time, doing each others hair, nails and make-up, watching girly romantic videos, making cakes and playing around in the kitchen with some new recipe from the latest magazine. A lot of talk about the boys we liked and didn't like. Swapping notes on the boys we had played around with or rather who we let play around with us. It was girl time. On Saturday nights my single parent dad would play in a band at functions and leave us two girls alone in the house until late. One night we had got fairly messy in the kitchen with making cakes and homemade bread -- we had flour everywhere -- dad was getting dinner ... Read More»

Nancy has been our neighbor for over 15 years. She is in her early sixties and is quite an attractive lady. She is very pleasant and always accommodating, although her husband is a college professor who is almost a recluse. The only thing that is certain about him is that he leaves the house at 7 am promptly every weekday, otherwise he is a cipher. One day while I was drinking coffee and reading the paper I looked out of the window across the wall separating our home from Nancy's. She was standing as she often is at her kitchen window. This morning she waved at me and made motions that she wanted to talk to me. I accross to greet her and asked her what she wanted. She answered me that she had to replace some bulbs in the ceiling light fixture of their den and ... Read More»

My husband, James, recently submitted a story about our first home and the spectacular threesome we shared with our Realtor and friend, Amanda. That was one of the most erotic, most memorable nights of my life, and I think James did a great job retelling the events that took place. But while reading the story, I noticed one very minor mistake, one he didn't know he was making. While my husband watched me kiss Amanda's sweet thighs and lick her wet lips, he was thinking I was being with a woman for the first time. What my husband doesn't know is that it wasn't the first time I shared a kiss with another female. (It was, however, the first time I shared a sexual moment with Amanda, and I must admit, her soft lips, her gentle touch, and oh God, her lovely pussy, ... Read More»

I returned from shopping late to find a message on the answering machine from Kellie. She said that her sister was going to be in town for the weekend and wondered if we could get together for lunch. Knowing Kellie, I was certain she wanted to come out here for lunch, probably more. I thought again about it and realized it was probably just for lunch as I figured she had probably not told her sister about any of our little adventures. "Hey Marsha!" she said with a laughing voice. "I was hoping you'd call. My sister, Katie is in town for the weekend and I was wondering if we could meet for lunch?" "How about dinner tomorrow?" I asked. "I'll buy!" "That sounds even better! How about meeting us in town around seven?" she said excitedly. "One ... Read More»

Dixie woke up in her hotel room wondering what had happened the night before. Did she really spend the night with Yvonne the black, amazon women from the Doctor’s office. She had been dominated by Yvonne’s six foot four frame, large arms and fabulously muscular legs. Had Yvonne enjoyed her long tongue that so many other women had the pleasure of experiencing? The night before Dixie’s tongue had explored every inch of Yvonne’s powerful pussy. She had devoured Yvonne’s athletic body and enjoyed every second of it. Her four inch tongue had worked overtime last night and her mouth was stiff from the hour she had spent between Yvonne’s muscular legs. Dixie went to work wondering what Yvonne and her friend’s reaction to her would be. She soon found out, Yvonne ... Read More»

"So, tell me Sandy," Linda said, leaning across the coffee table and winking at her pal from the marketing department. "—And I want exact figures here—when was your last orgasm, and how much foreplay did Ken give you the last time you made love." Sandy burst into a quick fit of laughter. It was so typical of her sales associate pal to toss this kind of thing at her right as she took a sip of coffee. It was a game they played at their Sunday brunches together: the thick, dark-haired Linda loved it when coffee wound up running down her tall, blond friend's chin from the laughter. This time, Sandy was able to keep it all inside her mouth and swallow without choking, however. "Well," she said, wiping her chin just in case. "It ... Read More»

Cynthia Saint woke up for the third time that night. She blinked blankly at the dimly lit ceiling of her air conditioned bedroom and shifted herself to a sitting position as soon as she had gained up her senses. The blonde fingered the untidy curls off her beautiful face and reflected on what she had just dreamed. Never in her life had she dreamed any thing bizarre like this for five consecutive nights and it was indeed an odd truth. Cynthia was a realist. “Dreams are just dreams” was the only comment she made whenever her best friend Denise Moore tried to discuss about her own dreams. Unlike Cynthia, she believed that dream interpretations were not unreal and they can sometimes be premonitory. Cynthia always laughed unceremoniously at Denise’s idea but that ... Read More»

Maxine was new to the area; it was the summer and she was out exploring the area. She visited all kinds of shops out at the strip malls near the larger stores such as Wal-Mart or Bed Bath & Beyond. She was about done for the day when she spotted a Kay Jewelers out by a shoe store, cell phone store, and craft store in an isolated part of the parking lot. She hadn't checked out one of those places in a while, and was interested. She walked over to the area and walked inside. She instantly felt cooled off and welcomed into the area. There were so many lights, so many mirrors...she felt beautiful just standing there in her white blouse and navy blue skirt with her blonde hair covering her face on one side. But apart from that there were also so many...Jewels! She ... Read More»