I had won the Prize. It was £80, but I would share most of it with my friends. I'd enjoyed stripping off in front of them to reveal my branded butt. I didn't have to remove all my clothes, or any of them, but I knew my body was good, and I guess I wanted to flaunt it. “Oh my god Miriam when did your tits get so big? They are huge. You are so lucky,” they gazed at my boobs in admiration. “Did you really take all your cloth...

It was late on a Friday night, everyone in the house was asleep; I had found a new magazine that I had never seen before, Penthouse Variations, very different from the magazines that were mostly pictorials. The pictures that I looked at in the Penthouse, Playboy and Hustler magazines always made me hard and aroused, but I didn’t know why or what to do about it. I liked it a lot! I liked how it felt when I explored the shi...

I'd always been a good girl, followed the rules, studied for exams, and attended Sunday School regularly. My friends accepted that, but told me I was missing out on fun. When school broke for summer in my 16th year, we made a pact to do something naughty. We all put £10 in a box. We would vote for a winner. They honestly didn't expect me to participate. I forgot to mention that along with being a good girl, I am extremely...

The motto of “Fuck work” repeated in Mick’s conscience as he drove through his street with a gleeful countenance. Friday evening held no definitive plans, but as the fit, feminine bodies jogged past on the sidewalk, stirring his loins, he anticipated relief from watching lewd videos later, on top of not working until Monday. “Mick!” His elderly neighbour hailed from her porch, interrupting his pornographic reverie, so he...

Finally, we're alone. It took some orchestration, but for once, all my carefully laid plans came to fruition. I sit on the desk in my best imitation of being cool about it. The school is empty despite my heart jumping at every sound, real or imagined. "Aren't you a little overdressed?" you ask. God, you're daft. Yes, I'm wearing fishnets under my skirt and a choker to study for the team project. Maybe I also just forgot t...

Gina met me outside the Immaculate Conception Church for the 11:00 AM Mass. That one was presided over by the youngest priest at that parish, Father Conte. He was about thirty-five, I’d guess. We didn’t say much as we met outside, and then when we went in. We went to the section to the left in front of the pulpit, and sat about five rows back. Gina was wearing a dress and dark nylon stockings, while I had a white short-sl...

The gates of New Horizons Christian College were tall, black wrought iron with golden lettering. Beyond them: red brick buildings, white columns, trimmed hedges and students walking the paths, all models of decorum. Ben adjusted his backpack and stepped out of his dad’s car, heart thudding with anticipation and something harder to name. He smiled weakly as his parents prayed over him one last time at the curb, hands gripp...

“I’ll never do that,” Kayla said to me after she had shared the latest gossip. Allegedly, our classmate Jenna had let her boyfriend give her a facial, and definitely not the kind of facial that’s done at a fancy salon or day spa. To make matters worse, her boyfriend took pictures and may or may not have shown them to all of his friends. Probably her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. “Me neither,” I agreed before we went our separa...

The following weeks were very busy for Heidi and George as they prepared for their forthcoming A Levels, although there had been a couple of brief message exchanges with Richard, he knew that she was preoccupied and they had not met up. Her relationship with George had become more serious now, and despite all the risks she had taken with both men, she had not missed her period, much to her relief. She had visited the doct...