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Boston Globe, 1/22/13, p. 3, col. 1
Boston Globe, 1/22/13, p. 3, col. 1 LOCAL GIRL SHARES STAGE WITH OBAMA Tunemasters Majorette O’Dierna Picked for Ceremony by d. laja National television viewers who did not see the entire Inaugural Parade were sure to notice the high school majorette standing at attention on the right side of the screen as President Barack Obama…
Lieutenant Towel-ewska
Note: This was submitted for one of IO’s story contests, in this case a story involving a towel used to cover the heroine’s nudity. Lieutenant Towel-ewska by donnylaja Part 1 The nude prisoner, sound sleeper that she had come to be, was nonetheless awakened by the routine 6:15 a.m. clanking of the old-fashioned key….
A Day in the Life of a Mailgirl
It’s been forty minutes since Mr. Schranz down-dressed me in front of the whole tenth floor. I was embarrassed to the point of tears, somehow driven to my knees, but I didn’t cry. Even if it was just out of spite. I didn’t want to give the little troll-man the satisfaction. I was already naked…
Brigid’s New Uniform, Part 5
Ms. Kleinfelter said, “Well it is hard to see, but it begins by braiding around the . . . uh . . . feminine anatomy, the little part that sticks out. The braiding pattern is different than on the bits because the purpose is to pull, rather than grab.” Now, the sounds of flutes tooting…
Tami, the Naked Freshman (complete)
A seasonal piece that I would post every year at this time at ASN. Happy holidays to all. — donnylaja —————————————————- Tami, the Naked Freshman (Part 1) by donnylaja “How College Is Different from High School “by Tami Smithers “Ms. Fieldstone, English Comp I “My first impression in September was that the campus of Campbell-Frank…
Darcy Clay: Freelance Detective and Telekinetic Investigator
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. The author does not condone the use of telekinetic powers on bratty teenagers. “Go ahead. Make your move.” I fired the words like arrows as I stood and glared at the eighteen-year-old hell fury that was glowering back at me. She was all flame hair, freckles and…
The Complete “Tami Beethoven”
Tami Beethoven by donnylaja Part 1 “Here’s some burnt connective tissue,” she said, wiping a small grease splatter off her nipple and forking three strips of bacon onto Rod’s plate. Before turning back to the stove she snapped off a piece for herself. Burnt connective tissue tasted so good sometimes, especially on a late winter…
Office Streak
— The Streak — Emi followed Liz and Becca up the stairwell of the four-story marketing building. Every step that she took with her bare feet on the cool staircase felt explicitly naughty. Looking down at her naked body, she suddenly realized that she was actually living a fantasy – or a horror – depending…
Revenge is a Dish Best Served Soon
Jo stroked her hands down the back of her thighs to release some of the sand that had stuck to her moist skin. The perspiration of the morning’s play glued her loose t-shirt to her back, and it hung low over her bikini briefs. Yvette had already moved off down the beach and, after shifting…
A Day in the Life of a Mailgirl
From 9:30 to 11:00am I am in constant motion. That’s good. Busy days are always good. The more I’m moving the less time there is to think. I can’t dwell on my situation if I’m trying to calculate the quickest route from Kyle to Workstation 184 and all drops in between. While I’m not thinking,…
Cleanup Duty
Emi followed Becca until they were almost outside. “Wait, aren’t you going to undress?” Emi asked. She was tired of being the only one naked and was looking forward to Becca being a nude Resort Ambassador again, even if only for a little while. “Well, it all depends upon the situation at the gate,” Becca…
Learning The Rules
Pearl Brooks sat at her kitchen table, sipping on a cup of hot coffee as she waited for the chorus of alarms to go off upstairs. Her husband’s alarm would be the first to go off and lazily stumble towards the shower to start his day before coming down for his breakfast. She loved Max,…
The Run
Step… step… step… step…tick… tock… tick… tock… … along the corridor, left, through the cubicles, left again… through the doors… past the windows in the foyer… up the stairs… through the doors… Step… step… step… step…tick… tock… tick… tock… … breasts swaying lightly, bare feet pounding the hallways, I’m naked surrounded by clothed professionals, former…