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The Green Dress - Part Two

I sat in the car, my lower half thrusting and twitching as Kari rounded the front of the convertible, an irritated look on her face. She grabbed the door handle and yanked, her eyes narrowing.

“Get out of the car,” she ordered me again.

My bottom lip trembled. “Please,” I breathed in distress. “Please! I’m so close! Don’t make me!” I begged. The green dress I was wearing fluttered in the

The Green Dress

“I like that dress on you,” Kari said as I stood in front of her desk. The emerald green number I was wearing was uncomfortably tight and displayed an amount of cleavage that would have satisfied Jessica Rabbit. I wasn’t anywhere near as well endowed, but I was already resisting the urge to wrap an arm across my bodice, for fear that my bosom would spill out. The rest of the dress was just as

The Doctor's Visit

“The doctor will be with you in a minute,” the nurse said, giving me a slightly confused look. I sniffed and pushed myself up onto the examination table. Honestly, I felt awful. Terrible in fact. My nose was runny, my throat hurt, my head was pounding, and I’d just tried to cough up my skull a few minutes before. Despite the summer heat, I was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, which was only

Another NHPS - Meet Beth

Being a NHPS is no easy task. First, you have to have a predilection toward a sexual lifestyle. You need to want sex an awful lot. Second, you have to be a follower, a person wanting to submit herself to another. And third… well… stamina is pretty damn helpful. 

The good news is that I’m not the only one out there. Other women, intelligent, amazing women, are adopting the NHPS Rules and

Park Punishment

Julie looked around. "Okay," she said. "This is good."

My head swiveled. We were standing in one of Houston's parks, out on the west side, closer to Katy than downtown. The sun had just dipped below the horizon and the sky was a brilliant cacophony of color; reds and blues and oranges. It was still hot and the sound of cicadas were fading into the chirping of crickets. A few late walkers,

Partition

Kari paused, her eyes flitting across the unusual wall partition. It was slatted, looking out on a pleasant garden complete with fountain. I almost ran into her, arms crossed carefully over my chest, and followed her gaze. Green, verdant grass grew in manicured sections of lawn, bordered by monkey grass and sculpted boxwood. Daffodils sprouted up near a few live oaks and I had to admit the

A NEW Short Story from Michael Alexander - The Little School Girl - Cafeteria Delights

Michael Alexander's "Little School Girl" is back in an amazing new adventure. Fellow students Mark and Toby are tapped by the assistant principal in helping the little school girl have some dessert. Whip cream, honey, and a fudgesicle provide for all sorts of sweet sexual fun! 

If you haven't visited Michael Alexander Stories, try it out! The new short is available for FREE! 

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I looked down at my plate, the tension rippling through m...

I looked down at my plate, the tension rippling through me. Half of me wanted to leap up and run, accepting the stunned attention of my fellow diners as they wondered what sort of personal emergency might force me to flight. The other half wanted to slip beneath the white linen table cloth and hide, hoping to prevent the coming humiliation. My lower half tightened involuntarily, a natural

Nick's Night - Part Three

A Note from Breanne: Sorry this last part took so long. I had to rewrite it because it originally just didn't work. Not properly anyway. But here it is. If you're just visiting the blog for the first time in awhile, this is Part Three of Nick's Night. So I highly recommend you read Part One and Part Two first, or you'll be getting the story ass backwards. Love ya! - Bre




I walked gingerly back

Nick's Night - Part Two

(This is Part Two. You might want to read Part One first. Just saying! - Bre)



I hid behind him as the seater took a long look at us, trying to decide if I was decently enough attired to be allowed in.

It wasn’t a terribly upscale restaurant as far as they go; just a simple steakhouse. But I’m pretty sure they weren’t used to getting women dressed like me in their clientele portfolio. I