It wasn’t the first time she’d flashed a perfect stranger. Jodie’s luscious E-cup tits spilled out of her blue bra with ease as the cars flew past below the bridge she occupied near the university. She and the other five pledges to the nursing sorority were to flash their tits at passing motorists as a challenge for entry. Honestly? As hazing goes, it was kind of juvenile, and the petite blonde powerhouse was bored. Still...

Despite telling ourselves we were organised people, the last-minute scramble before the taxi arrived was happening. Passport locations were being triple-checked and bags were being checked so that they were secured tightly. 'I think that is everything,' I said to Jan. 'Wallets?' she asked. 'Check,' I replied. 'OK. Brilliant. Now it's time to wait for the taxi,' she gleefully exclaimed. Two and a half weeks in Japan was fi...

She whimpers and whines as she nuzzles her face against my neck. I chuckle quietly as I set down my book. My hand softly pets her hair which elicits purrs from her. “Feeling a bit kitty, baby?” I lift her face by the chin to look at me. She nods and gives me the look I so adore. “What kind of kitty mood are you in? To relax or to play?” She sits back on her knees and over-exaggerates her thinking face. An unconstrained ya...

Micah had texted Sophia to have a plug of her choice in her ass, be in the nude, and have a light dinner prepared by the time he arrived home at 6:30 p.m. Despite her strong, independent nature, Sophia had developed into quite the submissive, so when he got home at the appointed time, Micah was unhappy, to say the least, to find that his wife had followed none of his directives. Instead, he found Sophia wearing a pair of...

Mouse Montgomery was sitting at the bar at Triangles, engaging in one of her favorite pastimes, chatting and ogling barmaid Sharon Patterson. Mouse was a petite girl, three years out of drama school, slim, and short, with heavily curled brown hair parted on the left. Her real name was Mallory, but people called her Mouse because she was shy, had mousey brown hair and was very small, less than five feet and maybe ninety po...

Part One Even though Master was out of town, every morning he sent an email outlining chores he wanted me to complete. Every one required that I take a picture and send it to him. “We both know how undisciplined you can be when I am not around,” he said. The words stung, but only because I knew they were true. Master’s first email read: Good Morning, pet, I need to you to get a reward & punishment journal today. You are g...