Tag: High School

(Preview) Welcome Home Sweetie [fM/fFM, fsub, inc, more to come…]

I'm hoping to know if some of you fine folks would want to read this story before I start writing. It was conceived by myself and an ex-girlfriend over a long roleplaying session. Sadly no sexy bits here, but if you're interested, the first chapter will be up soon enough. Enjoy.

For many growing up, high school was one of the hellish points of their youth. Though for 17 y/o Katie, it soon became far from ordinary. Her first two years were fairly uneventful. Minus the nasty relationship she had with her mother, who was recently jailed for drug abuse. She was taken into custody by a close friend of her mother, who ended up not giving much attention to her. To cope with the frustrations she dabbled in brief relationships and some casual fun covering both sexes. However, all that never filled the hollow void inside her. She dearly wanted the love she never received from her mother and father. Read more »

The Accidental Whore [M][F]

"Sally?" a familiar voice said, "It's me, Eric." She remembered him, and thoughts of better times flowed through her head. He had a big smile. Sally puts on her best customer service smile. "I haven't seen you in a while. How are you doing?" "Oh, great! The company I work for just went IPO!" Eric gushed for several minutes about his job and how well it was going, oblivious to Sally's obvious uncomfortableness.

Of course Sally remembered him. Sally was absolutely in love with Eric in high school. He dumped her mid-way through junior year for reasons she could only guess at.

"Oh, hey, you were always a snappy dresser" he said. "I have to get some clothing for the shareholder party. How about you call me when you get off work, and help me pick out some clothing?" He has grown since high school, because he picks up on Sally's less than enthused but still polite facial expression. "Come on. I'll give you $100. You are my fashion adviser."

Sally brightened. "Oh, of course! I'm off at four today." The pair exchange numbers and agree to meet in the parking lot at a quarter after. Read more »

Mother Mary O’Malley of Saint Fitzgerald’s Sisters of Boundless Mercy Sanatorium for Proper Mental Hygiene [Ff, Fdom, reluc, sm]

Subtitle: Eve Goodheart’s, Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad, Most Extremely Difficult First Day

Copyright under pen name Anais Rim. Critical feedback thankfully appreciated. Approx 7500 words.

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Once, not long ago, poor Eve Goodheart had been a sad little orphan girl. Raised in an institution much too overwhelmed by a mass of needy children to recognize her special qualities, she had been surrounded by mean spirited and depraved ragamuffins. These harsh rascals pushed and shoved and wrestled her violently about for but mere crusts of bread. The girl regularly went to bed hungry.

But Eve had one spectacular advantage. Something everyone there envied, even the adults. For Eve had been a very pretty little girl who grew up to be a remarkably beautiful young woman. And though demure and humble, as the onset of puberty brought transformation, she became well aware of the effect that good appearance had on those around her. Read more »

Communion

(Throwaway account for this.) Communion

The old judge put his cold hand on his cheek, and looked at the girl.

While pens scratched out whispered rhythms, and coughs cleared quiet throats, the girl told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, with God’s help. Her small voice, a gentle cinnamon bristle, tumbled out of the monitors married to the microphone erect before her where she sat beside the judge, his hand still on his old cheek, still looking at the girl.

“And how long were you a member of what is known as the Congregation of the Magna Mater?” she was asked. “For five years.” “And how old were you during the time you were a member of the congregation?” “I was sixteen when my family joined the congregation, and I was twenty-one when I left.”

The girl remained quiet as a series of questions were marked for objection by the congregation’s attorney. After the judge ruled, he rested his cheek in his hand again and the state’s attorney proceeded. “While you were a member of the congregation, did you witness their ceremonies?” “Yes,” said the girl. “Can you describe the ceremonies?” “There were a lot of them,” said the girl. “Would you please describe the recurring ceremony before the end of the cult’s–” “Objection,” said the congregation’s attorney. Read more »

Story of a Petite Virgin – Part1 [mf][bd]

What follows is one of the earliest stories I ever wrote. I was a virgin when I wrote it and it's based on a fantasy I had in my early teens. The bondage is pretty light, bordering on vanilla, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. -anony

Part 2

Jay and Anna are drunk. Not sloppy, can't stand up drunk, but the "finished a bottle of Merlot instead of corking it" kind of drunk. Jay had fixed a sumptuous meal of chicken parmesan which they ate in Jay's apartment by candle light. It was their six-month anniversary and they wanted to celebrate.

"You know what I haven't done in years?" Anna asked rhetorically.

"What?"

"Play truth or dare."

"Uh huh," Jay said guardedly. "And it will be a while longer before you play it again."

"Aww, come on, it'll be fun."

"Nothing good will come of it. I know couples who have broken up because of that game."

"Oh please, that won't happen to us. Besides," she said seductively, "just think about what you could make me do if I chose ‘dare'." A few thoughts did occur to him, but he still wasn't sure. "I'll even go first, if you want." Read more »

[first time] I participated in a sex ritual for a promotion.

I don't know how to begin this story. Despite it happening over a year ago, I've never told it to anyone. Partially, I am ashamed that I agreed to participate at all. But mostly it is because I do not feel as though I agreed to participate as extensively as I did. A man should fear no things, but I fear, in large degree, the reactions my friends and loved ones would have if I told them I was snookered into having ritualistic, Satanic sex with another man. I don't feel like I'm alone in this.

There was only one place I wanted to work after I graduated from law school. Ever since sophomore year of undergrad, I was obsessed with getting this one job. It consumed me. I worked hard. I got into a T1 law school. I made review and dean's list and I got my dream job. It was everything I ever wanted. The hours were awful, the work was droll, I had no social life, but the pay was ludicrously inflated. All I wanted was an enormous pay check, no matter the cost. My father was a minister in a small town in the south. I drove a brand new, fully stocked Lexus and I was only 26. I had escaped small America and I lived in the city. I was working for one of the biggest firms in the world and many other lawyers were accepting contractor work site the economy tanked. In a way that feels so incredibly good: I won. Read more »

Fucking my older sister’s boyfriend. [Mf] [anal]

Normally I hate Sundays, but this one just had a great feeling to it. I’d slept in till noon and not bothered to change into actual clothing, and why should I? Roommate’s out of town and my schedule’s blissfully empty. A day of lounging around my apartment in my panties before the semester begins is practically necessary.

I put the tea kettle on and pulled my sloppy ponytail loose, letting my thick, dark brown curls to fall past my shoulders in a tousle typical of a long night in bed. I had on some high school t-shirt that I’d cut the collar out of, providing generous glimpses of my sloping, pale collar bones and chest. That and a pair of black lacy panties that don’t quite contain the curve of my ass, but few panties do.

Just when my kettle began to whistle and I was pressed into the counter, reaching for a mug did I hear a knock at the door. I padded across the living room, barefoot atop the wooden floor to open the door, finding my sister’s boyfriend. I don’t know how Amy always got guys like this, but Dominick was my favorite so far. Tanned skin, dark brown hair in that artful sweep that’s just messy enough to assure you they didn’t try, a perpetual 5 o’clock shadow, and blue eyes. Swoon. Read more »

Getting the Grade [mf]

She walked into his office knowing what this meeting was about. Earlier that day, Sarah had received an email from one of her professors wanting to discuss an important topic. While the email didn’t specify what the topic was, Sarah knew her last paper was below standards. She had just started dating someone and, while she knew she shouldn’t, Sarah was putting less effort into her school work and more into her new relationship. She knew a poor grade on this assignment would jeopardize her educational career and she was ready to work hard to make it right. She was going to buckle down and complete whatever her professor assigned her in order to bring up her grade.

As she entered, Sarah took in her surroundings. It was a large office, walls lined with large bookshelves and diagrams of the human body. In one corner was a couch and small coffee table for more casual meetings. Directly in front of her was a massive oak desk cluttered with papers and knickknacks. Behind the desk sat Sarah’s professor, Dr. Brian Harris. Read more »

Lucy – Chapter 1 [m/f, cm/cf, handjob]

Chapter One

My name is Lucy. I'm 28 years old and I have been married to my husband Pete for a little over seven years now. He's an incredibly handsome man and he's been very good to me. For the most part we have a very wonderful relationship. Our sex life has always been exciting, and we seem to make a good team in just about everything. I've never fucked another man since Pete and I were engaged, but I do still jack them off. I'm not sure if that constitutes cheating or not. I guess Pete does, though. He walked out on me last night. Read more »

The Farm Pt. 3 [mf] [facial]

Clark ushered Lucy through the hallway and handed her off to Mark. The two of them briefly exchanged some information on one of the older girls before Mark swept her off into a room to the left of the studio.

Lucy had never seen this room before. There were vanity mirrors all along one wall and the rest of it appeared to be an enormous walk-in closet. All of the lingerie and outfits had been sectioned off and were all labeled.

"Per request, you'll be choosing from this rack," Mark gestured to what appeared to be everyday clothing. "Lucy, meet Darla."

An older woman with wrinkles smothered in dark foundation grabbed Lucy into a tight embrace. She smelled like old perfume and hairspray, and one of her false eyelashes was coming unglued. "I help dress the ladies and do your hair and makeup."

Mark forced Lucy down into a chair in front of the mirror by her shoulders. "Your first client is looking for a realistic experience. He has his fantasy down to fine details. You read the script, you give him what he came for. The gentlemen may choose to tip you – separate from your pay and their fee – depending on how well you do for them." Mark handed her two papers stapled together. Read more »