Cute Girls

“The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.”

*Chapter 7

The Church Hall*

‘It sounds as though things were starting to get serious.’ Katherine interrupted after saying nothing during all that time. ‘You certainly had an initiation that most boys would kill for. And I can fully understand why you developed the preferences you have. But I for one thank the lady for the excellent training she also gave you.’ she added, leaning across to kiss me. ‘Now tell me the rest please. (more…)

“So what kind of name is ‘Katarina’?” I asked my roommate.

“What do you mean, ‘what kind of name is Katarina?’” replied Katarina tartly.

“I dunno, just seems kind of exotic…” I said.

“Could I ask you a favor?” said Katarina. “Would you mind just not talking to me for the rest of the night? I have a lot of homework to do.”

I stared at her from my bunk, narrowing my eyes and shaking my head. How did I get stuck living with a such a bitch–a “woman” no less! Would my entire first year be like this? Would I constantly be getting the short end of the stick? (more…)

Chapter 9

*The Studio*

I had a hectic couple of days and although I still had some lingering concerns about what Katherine actually had in mind for the photographic session I pushed those aside, and was so busy I had no trouble in following her request that I should leave my cock alone.

When I arrived at the studio and Katherine let me in I found she and her helper were still setting up, moving lights and checking cables. ‘We won’t be long now.’ she said, giving me a kiss and then leading me through the equipment to an old sofa at the back of the studio. ‘There’s some coffee brewing, or a beer in the fridge.’ she said, pointing to a small kitchen area behind a partition. ‘Make yourself comfortable for a few minutes.’ (more…)

“Warning: This story contains mild bondage, and mild anal play, but is mostly just about two normal people in odd circumstances. Author retains copyright. Let me know if you’d like to see this story continued. Happy reading! ”

Karl swigged the last of his beer while he watched the traffic zoom by. The little tables outside the cantina gave a great view of the main street of the tiny Mexican resort town. He knew the area catered to tourists, so it probably wasn’t “real” Mexico, but he didn’t care. It had been a fun week, and he was just trying to stretch out the time before he had to take a cab to the airport. (more…)

My name is Ana and I was born and raised in County Donegal, Ireland. I’m 33 now, but I was only 19 when I came to the United States. I wanted more freedom, opportunity, and the chance to be the kind of woman I wanted to be, not just a wife and mother.

I work as a Sales Director for a major hotel chain. My hotel is in Missouri and I have to travel quite often to attend conferences and meetings held by the founder of our chain. They are informative, but boring beyond description.

I love to travel but seeing only the insides of airports, taxicabs, and hotel rooms has become a real stress for me. I love to explore the cities I visit and for the past five years I haven’t had the time to even visit the most popular of tourist sites because of my tight time frames. I am usually in and out of the city within two days. (more…)

“Some of you may have read the first part of this story before. If you had, start reading at the double row of asterisks near the bottom of page 2. ”

Tony’s Version

It was a Saturday night. We had been to a show, got home about 11 PM, and were channel surfing, looking for another hour’s entertainment before going to bed.

“I hadn’t seen that,” Josie – she’d rather be called that than Josephine — said as we through the list of offerings. Zebra Lounge was just starting.

“Neither have I.” I clicked on the remote’s Info button, and learned the movie was about a suburban couple who took a walk on the wild side. (more…)