That evening, Emma had moved from panic to fearful to absolute panic. She did everything she could think of to relax. She was currently pacing in her apartment with a glass of wine. She never drank this early but desperate times and all that. Her mind was a whirlwind of what if! What would Hannah Carver do? Who would she talk to? And where the hell was Mistress? Fuck that - Julee? Not worried about sex or being prepared f...

Breaking Mariana. Chapter. 2. Date Preparations. Mariana was feeling a little nervous as she was suddenly caught off guard by Mr. Heart's sudden coldness, as the man lifted his left hand to give the young, light brunette girl the small, square gift box, which featured a Mexican pink ribbon and a very pale lilac-colored wrapping paper, both being Mariana's favorite colors. “Is that for me? What is it?” Mariana replied with...

My name is Mariana B, and this story is based on part of my life experiences as my journey to become an M Heart Girl began. It is a third-person POV. Some parts of the story do become a little fantasy since some names, places and events are slightly changed because of privacy reasons, especially those of other people that were involved in the events that took place. Join me, the Mariana Bujaidar in the story in her sexual...

Summertime crept up fast. I would do Theresa's yard one morning and Connie's another. Overtime was always fun but sometimes went without pussy for a week. It was Connie's day for yardwork but she and her husband went out of town. When I walked up the driveway, I noticed the kitchen lights were on. I figured her kids stayed home. When I reached the shed to start pulling out tools, Ashley called me to the back door. "What's...

What was next? I found out. It was my headmaster from Redruth School. “Mr Woodley!” I exclaimed, rather taken aback, this was a surprise. “Andrea Martin, well, I see you have been a very naughty girl,” he continued barely containing a smile. “A very naughty girl indeed.” I watched his eyes moving all over my body, wet with pussy juice and perspiration, and I could see the bulge in his trousers growing. “You’re my surprise...

I suppose what Nancy and I did down there could be called a “circle jerk.” I had dared her to masturbate against one arm of my favorite sofa while I did the same thing straddling the opposite side. I wasn’t sure she’d do it, but she accepted my challenge. We had witnessed each other climaxing as we rubbed our genitals on the rough cloth of the couch. Just after we finished, we sat there together, holding each other and ki...

The first thing she told me when her family moved into the house across the street was that she was trans. She marched over wearing an absurd, pink tracksuit just as I was taking out the trash. It almost sounded like a confession or even that she was a little angry the way she just blurted it out. But that was it though. She didn't give me time to say anything. She didn't even tell me her name. The strange, black-haired g...

Next morning I awoke, Chrissie had risen earlier, and I was alone in the dorm. My white dress had been taken and replaced by a school uniform, folded neatly on the chair by the bed, along with a toothbrush; they thought of everything. I began dressing. There was a note pinned to the skirt, telling me to wear the knickers I had worn yesterday, to drink a large glass of water, wait ten minutes, and then come to the classroo...