This story is a continuation of “Professor Greenstein’s Offer”. I watched her carry the old, worn-down wooden chair into the middle of the room and felt a mixture of trepidation and thrill. I watched her eyes as she critically observed its placement and studied her movements while she pushed and turned it. She took an awfully long time for a thing as simple as setting up a chair for a spanking, and impatience welled up in...

My cheeks burned and my knees were like rubber when I walked barefooted up the few steps to Professor Greenstein’s house in one of the better suburbs of the town. I felt displaced among the well-kept hedges and lawns, the straight lines of fences and the neat, freshly painted houses. I knocked and waited with bated breath. It took almost a minute, but then I heard the faint sound of measured steps approaching the door. A...

I watched the traffic without really noticing it. I paid no attention to the whispered conversation going on between the girl on whose lap I was sitting - whose name I still didn’t know - and her friends on the back seat. My mind screamed that what I was doing topped all previous reckless, dangerous adventures by miles. My heart thumped. I jerked when two pairs of hands suddenly grabbed my knees and pulled them wide apart...

“I’m such a whore!” The whispered words floated from my lips without thought, mingled with the light summer breeze that caressed my exposed skin, twirled upwards in the thermal lift still present above the hot cobblestone and slid over my skin into nothingness like a silken scarf before they faded in the night. My fingers trembled when I slipped the key and memory card between the paper sheets, and before I could have sec...

I tried to look away, I really tried, but my eyes kept sneaking between my best friend’s legs. She had slumped back in the comfy chair, her legs pulled up, her knees slightly splayed, and beneath the hem of the white nightie I could glimpse the neon green yumminess of her thong crying out at me. I took another glance while she told me something about one of our classmates. Yes, it was a unicorn, small and cute and done in...

The next morning dawned far too early, but I couldn’t keep the smile from my lips when sticky fluids on my body confirmed that this had not been a dream. There was this urge to whistle a tune while I showered and stowed away any personal things.I was done all too soon, and with almost an hour to kill before my cab arrived, I fetched a bun from the breakfast room and started to write down last night’s events on a sheet of...

There are moments which lay bare fundamental truths, truths that you have been longing for all your life. Such a moment was happening now, and it flooded my senses with an incredible intensity, a spiritual moment that transcended feelings. My eyes were glued to my beautiful Cordelia, they drank in the incredible pleasure painted on her angelic face, and when her sweet voice announced with beautiful, small shouts of joy th...

No matter where I tended to end up for the night, these little rituals kept me grounded, gave me a little bit of homely quality to counteract the tedious sterility of hotel rooms. I set my diary onto the nightstand, put the small pink cushion into the bed and hung up my black original Japanese kimono on the wardrobe. While I did this, I slowly disrobed and took a guilty pleasure in dropping the discarded items of clothing...

Helen was a bit hesitant to use the shower in the strange bathroom without any chance for modesty. To her big relief, Lisa left the room, announcing that she had to fetch something from the garden and with Jen still facing the wall she could enjoy the spray of warm water that washed away the sticky remainders of their dirty games. She thoroughly rinsed her mouth and was grateful to finally get rid of the stale taste of ur...

Have you ever stepped on a train and, once it started moving, thought with a dropping feeling in your stomach of something important that you had left behind? This was exactly the feeling that followed me around every step. What I had left behind were dignity and rational thought. While I dusted the flat, arranged the knick-knacks on the boards and tables and moved all the teaching-related stuff into locked drawers, I tri...

The incessant beeping of the alarm clock pulled her roughly from her slumber. The first thing she became aware of was the musky odor that filled the room, a mixture of sex and sweat. It took her a few moments to realize that it was herself that gave off the aroma, and she felt light-headed when last evening's events rushed to the forefront of her mind.A look at the clock startled her. Five to eight. She must have slept th...

Helen’s emotions were riding a roller coaster for the rest of the afternoon. Time and time again she relieved her neighbor’s visit as if she was watching herself in a movie recording. Everything was so far outside of her range of experiences, and the heat still lingering between her legs didn’t let her think rationally.The potted plants in the living room needed to be watered, but she had already tried twice, and every ti...

"Asshole!" I stared up at him, dazed at his brazenness, watched him open the zipper and take out his erect penis. I sniggered at my mind’s choice of words, but the fleeting shadow of doubt in his eyes made me sober up. "It’s not you, it’s just this," my arms gestured wide, "this situation. It’s ape-shit crazy!""I want to see your tits," he growled instead of a reply, "Monica always flashes her udders when she sucks me."It...

“Are you horny?” Helen’s eyes went wide in embarrassment, and even though her insides vibrated with need while the words resonated in her mind, she shook her head. “Don’t lie to me!” Lisa snapped, hard lines forming around her eyes. The look once again stirred up that strange, weightless feeling in Helen’s stomach. Something pushed at her breasts, and looking down she saw the balls of the young woman’s feet now resting ju...

Helen started the next day with a long soak in the bathtub, trying to wash away the cobwebs still in her mind. But when she reached between her legs and felt the soft hairs she was reminded of the girl, and she wondered how it might feel to be bare down there. In a daring move she knelt upright, grabbed the foam and razor usually reserved for her legs and began to shave away the blond locks bit by bit.It took the best of...