Fiction - Page 89

I am not the author of this tale. This story was submitted many years ago to Xaviera Hollander at Penthouse in her column, "Call Me Madam." It remains in my mind one of the hottest stories I've ever read

At fifteen, John Lawrence was a normal teenager who was going to go into his sophomore year at Lake Helen High school. That is when school started up again. At the moment he was free and life was good. He knew this was his last summer

Chapter 6: Jenna I pushed open the door of the band room, chuckling as Lauren made a funny comment behind me. I had started to carpool with her, driving her to and from practice

That night in the van Introduction: Dean secretly watches Cherise until Cherise, Sally and Dean sprawled in the back of the van while Ann drove through the darkness. The shows were great and the mood electric. Sally playfully tickled Cherise, thinking Dean was asleep

I vaguely remember waking in the middle of my nap nude on a shower floor with two large soft pillows on my face. I squeezed them and - yep, they were my favorite pair of tits. Jessica was lightly snoring with my face between her tits. Perfect

I had been waiting on this package forever. I ordered it a good three weeks ago, and had started to wonder if it had been lost in the mail. The FEDex man handed me the package, gave me a, "Have a good day," with a smile, and left me standing in the door. "Yes, and you, too

'Need Input' The next morning I worked through my own recordings, a much quicker process since I had a better idea of what I was doing. One quick test reinforced my idea of personal overtones in the recordings

Robbie – Part 2 Since our first encounter, Robbie’s grades were beginning to slowly increase. We hadn’t done anything since then but I think knowing he would get a reward if he aced his next test was enough for him to remain patient

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Chapter 3 Harry looked at Ron in confusion

If you see any spacing or formatting errors along with any missing characters, please forgive me. The text editor here is giving me issues. I did my best to fix them all but I may have missed a few

Tavia curled tightly into the fetal position and turned so that she was facing the wall rather than her brother. Brad put a hand gently on her shoulder. "Don't touch me, you sick fuck" she growled, a pit of rage beginning to build within her

Chapter 8 Even More Time with Carol and Mom When I walked Carol home after school on Wednesday I informed her what I wanted to do after school on Friday, she got excited and asked, "You mean we will be able to do anything with no chance of getting caught?" "We will have almost two full hours

As I walked in, the smell of the body oil and extravagant flowers filled my lungs. The lighting was perfectly dim, it gave off a warm environment, perfect for the massage

I guess we should start with the biographical details, what Salinger called "that David Copperfield kind of crap". I'm Michael Lewis, a commercial artist here in New York

This story involves severe spanking, electro-punishment, and humiliation. If that is not your cup of tea, pass on this one. But if you like that particular brew, enjoy a nice hot cup of pain and debauchery as the Executive Club punishes the traitor among us