Bell tossed the last outfit she had considered down on her bed with a huff. The third time hadn't been the charm and neither was the twenty-third. She stood disheartened in her purple lace bra and panties, her shoulder slouched in defeat as her amber hair flowed over them, a little dishevelled for her troubles. She'd been trying to find a suitable outfit since she got home from work. Usually, it wasn't too difficult to fi...

Chapter 10: Mary and the Makeover When Trevor opened the door to his room, the last thing he’d expected to find was his sister, laying on his bed in a pair of purple panties and a tank top, but that is precisely what he found. He stood stock still in the doorway. “Um, hi?” he said, and Stacy looked up from her phone. “Hey Trev,” she replied, “I was waiting for you.” “Why?” he glanced over at his computer, and Stacy laughe...

Chapter 7: My Little Brother the Peeper Trevor did, in fact, think about big tits. The day at the mall, being surrounded by so many hot girls had the natural effect of giving him a raging boner. He relieved it at his computer. He consciously avoided any of the fauxcest videos, but many of the girls he focused on seemed to have dark hair and big, bouncy boobs. That was okay, though. They were just porno girls who had hot b...

Chapter 5: Changing Room Trevor did not see Stacy for the rest of that evening. He kept to himself, bringing his PlayStation to his room and secluding himself inside, only coming down for dinner. “Where’d your sister get off to?” his dad asked over dinner. “Dunno. Said she was going out to see friends.” he shrugged. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts and the food that he didn’t notice the look that passed between his...

Prologue: Cute Mary was just so damn cute, but just that. Cute. Trevor’s hand slid up her tummy to cup her small breast, but she delicately pulled his hand away, allowing him to continue kissing her, but hesitant to go any further. After a year of dating, Trevor was finding it difficult. He was always horny these days, just out of high school, with the whole summer break ahead, and his girlfriend was cock-blocking him aga...

Have you ever met anyone that you truly despise? I’m not one of those girls that pretends they don’t hate. I’m a hater for sure and I’m proud to admit it. I hate people who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth. I hate people that were handed everything on a plate. I hate people who think they’re better than everyone else, and I especially hate celebrities and influencers.   What is the thing with influencers? I ju...

  Hello, my name is Alison and I have a story to share. This is not an easy tale to tell. Basically, it's a situation that was beyond my control. Inevitable so to speak and the worst part is that I knew it was going to happen. There was just no way of preventing it. It's situations like this that are so unfair in the world. The way some girls are just born beautiful and have life easy, while others have nothing. Regardles...

Being the only female judge in my city carries weight. It had been a long road of ambition, education and professionalism to reach the height that I had. I'd barged my way through sexism and misogyny to sit comfortably in one of the most respected positions in the community. When I sat on that bench overseeing a hearing, it said 'Judge Sanders' on the nameplate and everyone knew it. I was in charge.Being a moderately attr...

For three years now, I have been the best-looking, most popular girl in school. I can't help it that I was born better than everyone else, but I can damn well flaunt it. Of course, being the most beautiful girl in school means that I have a group of friends that will do anything I say. They’re all gorgeous themselves, but they just lack the extra edge about them that I possess. Let me describe myself. I am an eighteen-yea...

“Wake up,” whispered Claire, brushing away the golden tresses covering Jenny’s ear. The rosy light of dawn streaming from the half-open curtains cast shadows on Jenny’s face and made her look angelic. The girl was deep in slumber: her eyes firmly shut and a hint of pink tongue poking out between her lipstick-smudged lips. Claire leaned over and gently kissed the sleeping girl on the forehead. She dragged her lips down, sl...

For a while, I don’t hear Maria’s voice at all. I don’t hear the music either. The only sound in the yoga studio is Sandra’s lips on mine. Then the shuffle of clothing as it comes off. Then the heat of breathy moans. Then the swish of wet pussies. Then the slapping of skin as I finger her. Then the muted shrieks of orgasm. “Her turn,” says Maria, finally. I look up at her from my belly as I take my mouth away from Sandra’...

Chapter 1 Sparse raindrops dotted Sara Baldwin’s jacket, darkening the cloth like heavy rainclouds above dotted the twilight sky. She hugged her arms against herself and leaned into the wind and the purple-red twilight that cascaded over her from the clouded sky above. Her professor’s house was a good size, but not ostentatious. It overlooked a nearby lake from atop a small rise, and wasn’t too crowded by other developmen...

The target’s name is Sandra Torres, a college student at the local city college. Reyna made the rules simple: I couldn’t use force. I couldn’t tell her about the game. I could slow Maria down, but I couldn’t tell Sandra about Maria. Reyna was going to have me followed by one of her sluts. I had to put a tracking app on my phone (she would give me cash to buy a new phone afterward because I will never ever use a phone touc...

I look at the woman Reyna pointed me towards. My mouth waters. She’s beautiful in a Reyna way, not sexy or slutty like Maria or June. Her body isn’t begging to be fucked; it’s begging to be adored. She’s in a tan blazer that comes to a point at her slim waist and flows seamlessly into her skirt. It isn’t tight like a pencil skirt, having the pleats to make it more fashionable and less work-oriented. She has a simple white...

“Did you pay my phone bill?” I lift my legs and a broom slides beneath them. I look up at June, and she’s pondering. Her face is wrinkled in concentration, and she pulls her lips to one side. God, I love when she does that. “I thought so,” says June. She shrugs and keeps sweeping. “I hate that the stupid auto-pay isn’t through yet.” “Did you use one of the new cards?” “Yeah.” “Not one of the old cards?” “No. Didn’t you cu...