****************************************** Graduation Day * * * * * After studying art for four long years, I was finally graduating. Fidgeting with my clothes, I stood on the stage with spotlights following me. My face wasn't red because of the speech I was about to give, though; public speaking does make me nervous. But I wore crimson cheeks because of the secret hidden beneath my graduation gown. I stepped up to the mi...

To Redeem Myself * * * * * I knelt on the dark mahogany floor of the university's art gallery, which had once been the town's chapel. Against the exposed stone walls, an intimidating St Andrew's cross stood. I shuffled nervously, unable to pull my eyes away from it. A shameful warmth bloomed between my thighs. "Strip," Miss Sullivan called out, startling me. She sat on my desk with her long legs crossed, her verdant eyes...