Hi, I’m Sandra. I’m 18 and entered my senior year of high school this past fall. My step brother Ted is a year behind me. It turned out that my parents adopted me just before my mother got pregnant, so we’re quite close in age and have our usual sibling rivalries. In the past couple…
The sun was sinking and we were both ready to get home when I looked down the street and noticed something I hadn’t before. “Look, it’s an old Antique Shop,” I said has I grabbed her hand. My girlfriend turned her head and nodded. “yes, that’s pretty cool. Let’s go and see it,” she said…
PART 3: Ranger Chapter 33: My Colorado Girlfriend The next weekend was the one leading up to Memorial Day, and we knew all of the local attractions would be jammed up tight with flocks of tourists, so we decided to spend the morning and afternoon separately, doing personal things. After an early dinner, we met…
Chapter 24: First Aid I was still the canyon, and though the sense of it was fading, I still knew where I was and where the rider had crashed, like some kind of mystical GPS in my head. I’d outpaced Kaitlyn considerably with my longer legs, but I didn’t wait for her to catch up….
Chapter 3: Retrieval I waited long enough to let the cops leave the alley via a side street, taking my assailant off to the drunk tank. Bye-bye, bubba! I thought about my next step. I didn’t want to go back for my biking clothes: they were a muddy mess at the bottom of the alley…
Chapter 2: We Were Running in the Night My trance-disconnected mind wandered as I stared up at the nearly ideal starscape above, scarcely thinned with light pollution by this small isolated desert town. I was always a solo athletic type, the genetic dice rolling my height to be a bit taller than average. I was…
Content Type:
Embarassment/Humiliation, Forced Exposure, Only One Naked
4,367 words (~24 minutes reading time)
Melissa awoke late. By the time she got up, the sun was already streaming brightly through the window, despite the blinds being tightly closed. She yawned and stretched, for a moment forgetting where she was. She was soon reminded, however, as her outstretched arms became entangled in the mass of stuffed animals above her head. …
Further Notes on the Maik-lings by donnylaja In line with our recent discussion, I have tried to find out more, without making direct inquiries. I remind you that I am an engineer and not used to such vague instructions. Also I cannot be involved in intelligence gathering, if that’s what this is. My only concern…
Some Notes on the Maik-lings — Part 1 by donnylaja 1. As you know I was not to ask questions outside the scope of our assignment, so my knowledge as to this topic is limited to what I could observe during visits to the school over the past year. 2. These girls arrive on a…
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….
Content written on December 15, 2019 by FortranWrench
Story Title:
Darcy Clay: Freelance Detective and Telekinetic Investigator
Chapter:
Content Type:
Embarassment/Humiliation, Forced Exposure, Only One Naked
2,123 words (~12 minutes reading time)
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…
Content Type:
Embarassment/Humiliation, Forced Exposure, Only One Naked
4,979 words (~28 minutes reading time)
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…
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,…
