When Saturday evening finally arrived, Amanda bid farewell to her parents as they headed over to the Johnston's house and then stood in front of her closet once again, struggling to choose her outfit. She had no clue what Mr. Reynolds had planned, but his cryptic words about not wearing clothes for long echoed in her mind. After much deliberation, she settled on a simple sundress adorned with delicate flowers, not botheri...

My name is Anna, and one evening I fell asleep while watching a little porn on TV and had the most real dream in which I visited a massage parlor. The hostess took me to the back room where they gave "special" treatments, had me undress and sit on a large sofa covered with a soft plastic-like material of some kind, naked of course, and then she left the room. I sat there wondering where she went and how long I'd be waitin...

It had been a very long day shooting down on the Via Montenapoleone, with onlookers and cars driving by as she wore her clothesline for a local magazine article. The street noise had been ear-splitting throughout the shoot, so all Bella wanted was to clean up, grab her favorite cup of tea, and relax with a good book. She turned the heat up as soon as she walked in the door; it was the fifth time that week she had to do th...

The witching hour was approaching and the bottles were upside down in the chilling buckets. Sometime during the night, Carl and I decided that my life with Beth had been planned. He finally convinced Cindy that he had to go to work in the morning. He gently nudged Cindy to the door. I stayed out of it. I hoped Beth would call off tomorrow, I mean today. He got Cindy to the door and twenty minutes later, got her in the car...