The sobbing girl sniffled and shook her head, her messed up blond hair stiff with dried tears. “I’m -- not going out there again. Not w - without clothes.” She looked up at the empty closets, doors open. It seemed cruel to have closets in this place because no girl had any clothes to put in them. The washing machines downstairs were a waste too. And that was not the end of their lack of privacy. This suite was just four beds in one big room along with desks and compute

Then the Princess reminds them: “Gentlemen, the agenda item is obtaining funding for distribution of my film.” They apologize. Then Mr. Korkan says the obvious: “To get serious funding we have to find a way to stoke outrage”. They all know what that means and there seems only one way to do it: set forth, in the starkest terms possible, the abuse that the Princess was subject to during her long ordeal. They put on record that Mr. Korkan will be asked to interview the Princ

An internet search reveals that no one has ever used this name, despite its brevity. But I can't claim originality -- I saw it long ago as graffiti on a water tower. “Nooo!!” The naked teenager twisted wildly, but could not shake loose from the strong male hands pulling her to the railing. It had a low bar for kneeling and reminded Tami of in church where she used to go for communion during Mass. But what a sacrament she was about to receive! The row of ornamented tail

This is the ending of “The Adventures of a Naked Girl in Love”. An early effort, but of all my Tami stories I still like this one the best. Three hours later, Tami Smithers ran down onto the street and started her freezing run for Pilgrim Hall, clutching in her hand the photo of her and Rod taken at the dance. She figured it would take less than a minute to get to her dorm. With her first bounding jumps she laughed as she heard the loud vaginal farts as air escaped from h

Hyacinth carefully nibbled at the burnt marshmallow, then got her mouth around it and gulped it down, leaving just a gloopy white trace on the stick, and leaned against Wendy Mac for warmth and carefully put her dusty feet a little closer to the fire. She looked at the big tent appreciatively, looking forward to burrowing into one of those sleeping bags they’d brought. It was chilly already, even though sunset was still maybe an hour away. An occasional wind kicked up and

Hank smiled as his girlfriend approached, tan and lithe and tall and purposeful and serious as always, though with a smile and a nice little wet kiss on the lips for him. For the tall dark-haired girl with the neat short pony tail it was time for her afternoon sprint. Wendy Mac was now captain of the track team and had been put in charge of training others. Two companions in sweat clothes and sneakers clumped along behind her in the wet snow, Tommy Chen, who had just made