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(As of this writing - July 2011 - I'm still looking for the ideal sub. If you see something of yourself in these stories, and if you think you would enjoy being treated like Carol, take a look at my ad here:



There is this woman that I have fantasized about for a few years as we worked together but she lived about 300 miles away which made it hard to be face to face with her
I am used to working late at office and today was no exception, but never this late. It was already 10pm and I was still struggling at my computer over some numbers. I was to give a presentation at 10 am and had to get everything in line



Chapter Five: Pain For Pleasure The man reached up and brushed a few strands of hair from Angel's face. He put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. She kept her eyes low, much to his disappointment



NURSE LEXI GIVES IN Let’s start with the basics. My name is Lexi and I’m 26 years old. I have medium brown hair with its own natural wave, my eyes are bright green with eyelashes so long and thick I never need makeup, and I’m 5’8” tall



When I was 17, my dad's friend hooked me up with a summer job at his office. I was the office "go-for". Basically, I was told to "go for" coffee, "go for" take-out, "go for" whatever menial task they asked me to do



Once again, Wu Mei was exhausted. Her legs felt like jelly. She’d been working at the pizza parlor from 10am to 11pm all week because, as usual, her mean boss Benny let everyone else go home early but made her work late. She was exhausted and anxious to go home to sleep



CHAPTER TWELVE The chemical crashed hard against me. My knees completely buckled, I fell back hitting the bed with my bare ass. The blood had left my extremities and was charging towards my skull and cock. My head pounded. I could see my cock throbbing



Author’s note: This is a continuation of Cindy’s first story – Policewomen 5. Most of the same characters reappear. Having only ever had one orgasm in her life, Cindy’s friend suggests she sleeps with black men, hoping that will cause her to cum



I was beginning to think I wasn't very good at the business of collectables
hits in the 60s; ‘Wooly Bully’ and ‘Lil’ Red Riding Hood’ which was a monotonous little ditty of which the only part I can remember was the opening lines which went something like “Hey there Lil’ Red Riding Hood, I’m gonna treat ya like a lover should; don’t go walking in the spooky old wood alone”
Some how we lucked out in a major way. We were both sent to the same conference. We even ended up with neighboring rooms. Oh this boring conference wasn't going to be boring after all! After a long day, my work was done but you had a little more to get done on your laptop in your room
Man, we rocked that show. I can still remember that night, even now. It was one of our best performances ever. I nearly broke the damn bass drum, but the kit held up alright. Our vocalist, Trevor, screamed himself hoarse but it was all good. The crowd just ate us up
Chapter 6; I Seduced My Boyfriend’s Father. How do you dress to seduce your boyfriend’s father? I thought to myself while getting ready that morning in my new fancy apartment Gene furnished for me in celebration of my decision to “stay on”



The bell finally rings. Physics class was over, and next was my favorite class of all Choir! Everyday, before going to class, I would stop in the bathroom to freshen up for my hot Music teacher Mr. Connor