With an increasingly full bladder, Clare stood there waiting to start her punishment photoshoot. Across the room stood the other two female models she was going to be working with, Misty and Destiny. Unusually, she hadn’t met or heard of them before, and their names sounded like those of two strippers. But that didn't really matter, as most models that had their erotic photos published used a pseudonym. In the five months...

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” I feel her fingers stroke my hair, and I am instantly awake. I stare into her hypnotic green eyes. “Yes, Miss,” I whisper. “You’ll do anything I say, won’t you?” Oh god, here it is. She’s going to do something extra humiliating. “You know I will, Miss.” “Good girl.” She climbs off the bed and goes to my wardrobe. I lie there and watch her. I glance at the clock. 7.48am. It’s early, b...

I don't know why I am the way I am. I just know what I like. I never felt this way when I was young. It happened on a school field trip during my senior year of high school. In one of my classes we studied fossils, and we went to a place known to have some. It was deep in a forest along a small creek. I found some fossilized plants and a couple of shells. I was walking back to join the group. We had all spread out looking...

Cassie scooted her ass up onto the curved hood of her trusty VW Beetle, her black leather bustier and hot pants contrasting with its faded yellow paint. The muffled sounds of Rock And Roll All Nite could be heard emanating from the arena as she tossed her mane of flaming red hair to one side and plunged her mouth onto the cock waiting on the other, her white and black pancake makeup smearing like melted butter on a short...

Cassie peered out through a narrow horizontal slot in the front wall and surveyed the green grass, bright lights, and tens of thousands of spectators. “Jiminy Crickets, what a view!” “It’s unique, that’s for sure,” the NBC cameraman chuckled. “Now, tell me again why you’re heah?” the older of the two scorekeepers asked her with a squint. “I’m friends with Len, the usher over in right field. He promised me if the Sox got t...

Cassie’s eyes absorbed the visual contrast of her pale white skin and his dark brown skin as her mouth absorbed his beautiful thick cock. Her lips stretched wide around the head, her tongue pressed firm against the bulbous underside, and the first sweet dribble of pre-cum hit her taste buds before she had taken the entire crown inside. Her tongue twirled and swirled around his pisshole while her hand pumped up and down, m...

Cassie could sense the ugly vibe in the crowd, reaching out with its tentacles to draw in unsuspecting concertgoers. When the band began playing their thirty-minute version of Dazed and Confused, they could sense it as well. Drunk knuckleheads were pressing forward to get closer. Cassie had worked her way to the front of the crowd and now regretted it as she was pressed against the barricade separating the audience from t...

Cassie drove south from Maynard on Route 27, then east on Route 9 into Wellesley, and was mildly disappointed that Routes 3 and 1 weren’t part of the itinerary. Neil Young and Linda Ronstadt were belting out Heart of Gold on the radio as she pulled into the Dunkin’ Donuts parking lot where Leilani was waiting for her. Cassie cut the engine of her faded yellow VW Beetle and hopped out. “Aloha, babe!” Cassie squealed as she...

Cassie McDougal and her soon-to-be-ex-roommate, Leilani Kealoha, looked up at the Greek letters on the facade of the house: Ε Δ. “Is this the place?” Leilani’s brother Liko asked as he caught up with them. “Yup, Epsilon Delta,” Cassie confirmed. “That’s Greek for E D. Let’s check it out.” The two young women had received their undergraduate degrees from MIT earlier that day; Cassie had majored in Computer Science with a m...

“Norm!” Rachel called as she knocked on the bathroom door again. “Hurry up!” “Occupied,” Norm replied calmly through the door. “Yes, that’s the problem!” She pinched the bridge of her nose and counted to ten. “I know it’s occupied, Norm. But we only have one toilet and I really have to fucking pee!” “Almost done,” he responded. She sighed, pulled her robe more tightly closed, and stomped off to the kitchen. Fucking Norm w...

Cassie had noticed an empty seat behind the goal during the third period and then snuck down during the following intermission, giving her a front row seat for possibly the most iconic moment in the history of Boston sports. She experienced it all in slow motion: the give and go from Orr to Sanderson back to Orr, the St. Louis goalie flailing helplessly, the red light bursting alive, Bobby Orr flying through the air, fift...

Cassie saw a space on the side of the road, thanked the heavens, and pulled over and parked. After driving all the way from Boston, her VW Beetle was threatening to overheat, and she did not want to get stuck blocking this traffic. She got out of the car, shook out her mane of wavy red hair, and shielded her green eyes from the setting sun. The line of cars stretched out of sight in both directions. Route 17B was jammed....

Saturday, August 10, 1968 Dear Mamó, I’ve been secretly loosening my asshole over the past couple of weeks, starting with a finger, then working up to a carrot, then finally a banana. I figured it's already pretty pliable because I take such big dumps, but I wanted to make sure it can handle an input as well as it can handle an output. Won’t Kevin be surprised when I tell him he can jam his dick in my ass! In other news,...

Friday, July 05, 1968 Dear Mamó, Last night there were fireworks over the lake, then some fireworks inside the cabin, if you know what I mean! Just kissing and cuddling, though. I know you were a fast girl when you were my age, but I haven’t fooled around a whole lot. I jacked off a couple of boys in high school, big whoop. And the guys at MIT aren’t exactly the type to sweep you off your feet—they’d be more likely to bui...