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When you're growing up, being a journalist sounds like a respectable job. The movies always have that intrepid reporter who stops at nothing to uncover the hidden conspiracy or reveal some secret government cover up. In real life, hell, it's just another factory, except instead of lawn mower engines or 747s, reporters churn out paragraphs. The bosses don't care about how in-depth or how important the stories are, just how many. Such is the way my life ended up. In a small city with a...
JIMMY OLSEN - GIRL REPORTER by Victoria Crane This humble piece of fan-fiction is based on TG drawings by Fraylim. I went looking for more inspiration in the form of photos of redheads and I found a page of Lindsay Lohan pics. Several of them directly inspire the outfits our "heroine" wears in this story. (Hey, maybe Miss Lohan will play Jimmy in the film adaptation of my story!) I've tried to stick to the story as presented in the drawings, but obviously had to embellish....
Fashion's SlaveIt was the night of the presentation of our tenth couture show in Paris. Our company NIARTSER FASHION was not a big one, but we had grown steadily little by little and the number of the special kind of people that appreciated our art had grown and now people were coming from all over the world to see our presentations, which -- like at the big couturiers and the "pret-a-porter"-houses -- were held twice yearly. Actually we were more in accord with the timing of the...
HI, ich bin Stefan ein 24 jähriger ausgelernter Reporter und habe einen Job bekommen von dem viele nur Träumen, ich bin bei der Bravo eingestellt worden um Interviews mit den ganzen Stars und Sternchen zu führen. Kurz noch zu mir, ich bin 195cm groß, mit kurzen dunklem Haar und blauen Augen, ich habe eine sportliche Figur und ein immerharten langen dicken Schwanz. Was mein neuer Arbeitgeber nicht weiß ust das ich eine nette verbesserung an der spanischen Fliege die ich mal gekauft habe...
Leading them out the doors and across the runway to one of the shuttles, they started boarding as Jim Stone scanned the hand camera across the devastation and recorded the burning planes at the end of the runway. Several of the big planes were in the grass with several mechs smothering the flames with what looked like force fields while working through the wreckage. Soldiers went about helping the wounded and covering the dead with tarps. As the shuttle's ramp started going up several...
TUESDAY I woke up but Alastair wasn't in the bed next to me. I sat up, not at all in any pain, despite what I suspect was more than enough alcohol to sport a hangover. I realized I was naked, and looked around but didn't see any of my clothes from the night before. There was a light blue silk robe lying neatly at the foot of the bed so I got up and put it on. I went into the bathroom and relieved myself. After I washed my hands, I spotted a small hotel vanity kit with an extra...
The House Couture Looking back, I could never have understood how important this week in February was going to be to me or to my life. I mean, I started the week as a young man, intent on cracking into his industry and I ended the week as a bride! MONDAY I had been looking forward to February for a long time. Through several pulled strings and a little bit of sorcery, if I do say so myself, I had scored an invitation to one of the fashion world's most exclusive gatherings,...
AUTHOR’S NOTE AND DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction containing adults in adult situations. The persons depicted do not exist nor have they existed to the author’s knowledge. This story is not to be read by, read to, or printed and given to any minor under the age of, oh let’s say 20. Situations may be portrayed which may be considered in bad taste, or downright illegal in some places and therefore should not be attempted unless you are a story character and not a real human being. ...
Straight SexAUTHOR’S NOTE AND DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction containing adults in adult situations. The persons depicted do not exist nor have they existed to the author’s knowledge. This story is not to be read by, read to, or printed and given to any minor under the age of, oh let’s say 20. Situations may be portrayed which may be considered in bad taste, or downright illegal in some places and therefore should not be attempted unless you are a story character and not a real human being. ...
AnalFRIDAY Jena and Gretchen awoke to her iPhone's alarm. She wanted to spoon with a woman so we slept in our female aspects. We took turns in the bathroom and she showed me how to brush out my hair, just as a good life skill. I could have done a quick female to male back to female change and had my hair basically ready to go, but we had time and it was good to learn. Jena and I were both borderline size fours so she lent me a skirt and a top so I didn't have to do the walk of shame...
Fashion is Our Name – Part 14 – The Road to Prague Chapter 35 – An Anxious Journey After a restless sleep on one of the mats with a blanket, my alarm woke me at three-thirty and I put the coffee on as others used the bathroom and dressed in travel clothes. It was a quiet group with thoughts directed inward. Jeremy and Al and Ben came up the stairs, waving and saying the vans were ready whenever we were. The women struggled into their body armor and jackets. Jeremy got me to one side and...
Fashion is Our Name – Part 15 – Escape from Zagreb Chapter 38 – Headed to Croatia After the motorcycle escort peeled off with a hearty wave, Ben had us headed straight to the southwest, taking a route toward Graz, avoiding Vienna. He asked if I knew the plans for the evening. After asking Sing to take the passenger seat, I headed to the back, where Anne and Amelia were having a rapid conversation, with a lot of head nodding. I interrupted, ‘Ben needs some directions. What is the plan for...
Wednesday Wednesday morning seemed to be a repeat of Tuesday morning. I awoke alone in bed and there was satin robe lying across the bed. It wasn't the blue one but rather a long silver one with embroidery that matched the negligee. I got up, and went into the bathroom knowing I needed to relieve myself. I walked to the toilet, pulled my panties down and sat. "If I'm going to experience being a woman then I might as well start now," I thought. Next I went to the sink and...
THURSDAY It was an odd start to a morning. I awoke snuggled into Alastair's body, wrapped in his arms and felt a sense of protection and safety I had never felt before - never needed to feel before. The clock read 5:30AM, as I broke out of his embrace to get up to use the bathroom, I felt a strange sensation between my legs. I padded over to the bathroom and closed the door quietly before turning on the light. I pulled up the negligee, tucking the fabric under my arm, and...
Hi, sex story readers, I’m Bhagat, 22 years old, a student at Kirori Mal College-Delhi University. I got admitted through the sports quota being a national level football player and continue to be the captain of the college team as well. I’m a fitness freak and at least spend 3 hours every day at the gym to get a lean muscular body. According to my Coach, Mr. Javed, fitness is the key to great sports performance. He insists that we regularly use the college gym so that he can train our bodies...
Paris's father approached me about possibly using my contacts in the fashion industry to assist Paris market her clothing line. I agreed to help her, when she arrived in New York at the start of fashion week she called me.I sent a limo to bring her to the hotel, left instructions at the desk to register her in the suite next door to mine. Paris hummed to herself as she pushed the door open and stepped into her dimly lit suite. Tossing her backpack on the floor, she let the...
Fashion is Our Name – Part 11 – The Trip Takes a New Direction The next morning, Sunday, there was a text on my mobile from Tom. ‘Do not book tickets, call in the morning.’ I asked the women, ‘What do we make of this?’ Anne gave me an open eyed look and asked, ‘Do you suppose, as they say, ‘the plot thickens?’ ‘ I looked up from my breakfast and said, ‘I fear that an expedition to promote dresses is becoming overtaken by events.’ I helped the twins down and arranged them in the parlor...
Fashion is Our Name – Part 8 – Tense Meetings in London After a busy weekend, we were up in the dark, in a hard rain, with clouds to the ground. Anne and Helen dressed the twins in their warm clothes and had retrieved small size raincoats. The first wave for London, including me, was departing on the 8:40 train and had no time to lose. The others would follow in the Range Rover later in the day if the weather let up. From the train, I rang Tom Carruthers, who was in early and eager to talk to...
Fashion is Our Name – Part 13 – Trouble at the Foreign Office Chapter 32 – To Kingham by Lorry As I settled into the passenger seat of Ben’s lorry, I was glad I had not exposed my mild hysteria over Sally to Jeremy, who would have been perturbed. Agents are not supposed to lose their cool. With traffic, it was nearly two hours to Kingham. I used the time to rehearse with Ben all of the features built into the lorry. The glass in the front was reinforced. It would withstand ordinary bullets...
Part 4 – Meeting Anne Chapter 9 – A Special Time with Molly After breakfast in the morning, Molly and I helped Nicole and Inish with their bags to the train station and went off to look at potential shop locations. Molly had on a colorful spring dress that took years off. I held her hand and kissed her cheek. ‘Can I tell you a secret?’ ‘Oh my, secrets, is it? You’re getting my juices going, Adrian.’ ‘You’ve fallen in with a desperate gang, and are looking years younger. I’m going to start...
Fashion is Our Name – Part 10 – More Parts of the Puzzle The next afternoon, following an idyllic night with Clarissa, Nicole and Vicky, the architect and I were at her work table when Jeremy Andrews arrived for the security design conference. After introductions, he handed over a sheet of paper with bulleted items to be considered in the design. What was the likelihood of a bombing? Was theft a serious issue? Would there need to be an entry area for personal searches? Were intakes for...
Fashin Show I. R. Nixon "Just a few more minutes and it will be done, Sharon.", Cathy said as she removed the last of the heated rollers. She let them cool a few minutes then she started the combout routine. In no time she had a complete style. "There, what do you think, Sharon?" "It's darling, so chic and feminine, so bold, you are terrific!" "Funny you big brother does not seem to appreciate it." Roger, Sharon's 24 year-old brother seemed on the verge of tears as he...
AUTHOR’S NOTE AND DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction containing adults in adult situations. The persons depicted do not exist nor have they ever existed to the author’s knowledge. This story is not to be read by, read to, or printed and given to any minor under the age of, oh let’s say 20. Situations may be portrayed which may be considered in bad taste, or downright illegal in some places and therefore should not be attempted unless you are a story character and not a real human...
Straight SexThanks to Charlie for all the help and wonderful editing. Our relationship seemed to settle down and we slipped into a bit of a routine. As always it was short lived Lauren seemed to become more and more withdrawn. There didn't seem to be any one particular reason, she started to snap at both Alecia and myself. We ended up in arguments over the most trivial shit. Don't get me wrong life was still pretty good, the sex was out of this world and the love we shared was real. Alecia and...
A fashion show, a conceited group of boys, and the list. But they made the wrong person mad, and she decided that the boys would do the fashion show. With no place to turn, all eight of them become girls, yet, as time goes by, four of them know that they cannot give it up when the show is over. Stephie, Tina, Betty, and Janet have discovered something wonderful. That act of vengeful discipline changed them, and now, the future beckons. Fashions Janet L....
after her mother, a stunningly elegant woman. Rich, blond hair which fell onto her slender shoulders, the dress just about covered her full, firm thighs and ass. Her medium, beautiful breasts lifted neatly out at the front and held my longing gaze. After an awkward pause, I produced a felt covered black box with a silver band on the lid. An introduction gift I said. As she opened it Ginger gasped and for a second her heart melted. Inside were two of the most stunning diamond...
Note: This story contains explicit sexual content and is for adults only. It should not be read by people who are offended by such material or are not legally allowed to access such material. All characters in this story are over the age of 18 years old. Heya! My name is Allie Bird, 27 year old blonde journalist extraordinaire. You probably know me from my advice column, Actu-Allie. Or maybe from my food column, Culin-Allie. Real Allie fans will, of course, know about work with the folk music...
Miranda Sutton watched the comings and goings at the little store as the late-afternoon shoppers thinned out. The only person working at The Dolly Shoppe was a man who looked like a young Pat Sajak. His nametag said "Bob," and he managed to look busy with mundane paperwork when no customers were in evidence. The display models around the store didn't move, but the one time Bob had been in the back long enough for her to dare touching one, it had been suspiciously warm to the touch. Miranda...
Fashion is our Name – Part 5 – Helen Becomes More Than a Nanny Chapter 12 – Another Story in the Woods Downstairs at the Inn, after the incredible night with Anne and the other women, I made a fire to warm up the lounge, and got out children’s games from the cabinet. They came running from the kitchen with Anne still trying to wipe their faces. ‘William and James, this is my friend Adrian. He will show you some of the games they have here at the Inn.’ Her eyes pleaded with me, and I...
Fashion is Our Name – Part 9 – Mysteries Deepen Three frantic weeks later, Molly was ecstatically supervising the installation of her brand new industrial sewing machines and their tables. Vicky and Mary were there as well, literally jumping up and down at the realization of their dreams. Nicole and I were in a distant corner, hugging. I whispered to her, ‘Sharing this space was a good idea.’ ‘Oh Adrian, I am about to cry this is so exciting. They are going to make gorgeous clothes!’ Molly...
“I'm going out with Richard tonight, we are going to the Montha, you've been there, that new place on 17th. street. I need to wear something sexy but I don’t know what.” “You have a closet full of sexy clothes, I’ve seen you wearing all kinds of hot stuff. So what do you want?” I repeated. She looked up at me “Help me, I can't decide what looks good. You've been there, what do the girls wear?” I stepped back from my sister-in-law-in-law and looked her up and down. She...
A New Rumor About Philip When we woke in the hotel suite the next morning, Anne and Helen were gone, sneaking back to the twins. The rest of us were a little slow from all the excitement of the day before. Nicole and Vicky brought Inish and me coffee and croissant. The four of us lounged around, trying to put our calendar back in place. Molly would arrive around ten, and wanted to have a session with the architect and the engineer about the facilities support for the sewing equipment. I needed...
A Weekend at Kingham Chapter 19 – Clarissa is Initiated Clarissa was on time in her large black Rover. I was ordered to the front passenger seat, so that Mom and Nanny and boys could play in the back. It took forever in Friday traffic to get out of central London, but the autoroute moved along. Clarissa was smiling and laughing and having a good time. On an impulse, I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it. Her eyes glanced quickly over at me and back to the road. There was a low warning...
Last Minute Complications The days leading to our departure on the European clothing trip became very tense. A saving grace was the teamwork that emerged from the pairing of FION people with the intelligence staffers. The first planning meeting was held two days after the infamous event at MI5 headquarters, which had left everyone uneasy. Jeremy, Sharon and Sing showed up at six and FION provided a buffet dinner of takeout specialties. Vicky had returned to Kingham, so our side included only...
Dear Readers – This is a modern story of love and danger in many parts. Enjoy. ***** Fashion is our Name – Part 1 – They had to carry on Chapter 1 – Philip Disappears Her hand on his shoulder woke him. ‘Let me in there.’ He sleepily moved over, saying, ‘I don’t have anything on.’ She was very cold and pressed herself to him. ‘Neither do I. Don’t worry about it.’ ‘How did you get so cold?’ His strong arms gathered her in. She was shaking and he discovered she was crying. ‘I miss him...
Molly and the Sewing Machines Chapter 7 – A Rugby Victory Suffering from the excesses of the weekend, Adrian and the two women told Nicole to go back to sleep as they dressed in the dark of their encampment in the building and made their way to the early train. Inish brought them three cups of terrible coffee from the mobile canteen as the train headed north into a hard rainstorm. ‘It will have to do. The muffins in plastic looked worse. I’m glad I have good memories of the weekend to get me...
When she answered the phone I asked her if we were still meeting that morning at ten. She replied that things were still good and I could come over whenever. I told her that was great, I’d be right over. I hung up the phone and grabbed my coat before heading out to my car. Heather and I had been flirting for quite a while, and were becoming good friends. She’d gone out shopping yesterday, and knew she needed to return some things, but wanted some help on which outfits to keep and which to...
Now all of you know how much of an exhibitionist I am. I love showing off my body and James loves it too. For about six months now we've been slowly teasing James's best friend, Dean. We've been sending him sexy pictures of me over snapchat. They went from me in a bikini or a singlet with no bra to naked but with my nipples or pussy covered. We finally decided to take it up a notch and meet him in person and have me model some of my outfits for him. The plan was to be to get down to a micro...
Exhibitionism“Hey! How does this look?” Mark finished pouring the orange juice into his glass and turned around to his sister’s voice. She was standing in the door way wearing a flowered sundress. She had one hand on her hip and the other arm in the air…striking a pose. “What? New dress?” “Yeah. What do you think?” asked Michelle. He looked up and down at the dress: A white dress with small pink and blue flowers all over it. “It’s okay. Looks like a dress for a lawn party or going to...
IncestHello folks, I used to write a lot and read a lot more but it stopped. I was out of inspiration; my creativity juices stopped flowing. But one sudden day, I got this crazy suggestion of starting to write again on ISS, from the lady of this story. Her name is Sweetu or at least that’s what I used to call her (of course, I wouldn’t give her real name here). We are not in touch anymore but that doesn’t stop me from thinking about those crazy erotic (often public) experiences and even shag off to...
I am young & handsome fashion designer, with a athletic masculine buildup. I am running a boutique with a tailoring workshop in the backside. My clients are very happy due to latest designs and proper fittings. I had a memorable encounter with a young and beautiful, smart and intelligent lady who was feeling lonely and sexually starved in long time absence of her hubby. She contacted me on phone with a reference of a permanent customer, who recommended me to her. She wanted to get stitched some...
This is essentially a romance story set against a background of international drug dealing with the occasional side plot of the usual mayhem. Paranoia: (Pron. para-noya) noun, a mental disorder marked by the unjustified belief that one is being persecuted, usually accompanied by megalomania and insane distrust. Paranoid (Pron. para-noyd) adjective, also called paranoiac of, relating to or affected by paranoia. A person affected by paranoia. CHAPTER 1 I do not suffer from paranoia. I am not...
8 James had responded to Melissa’s phone call and rushed over to our apartment. ‘What do you mean he knows about us?’ Not for the first time they were locked in each other’s embrace. They lay naked on the bed, the product of their love forgotten in a sticky puddle on the sheet. Melissa’s head rested on James’ shoulder and she idly played with his limp penis. The fingers of his left hand traced lazy circles around her erect right nipple. For both of them sex was an act that was not affected by...
14 Sendi and I sat at the edge of a steamy jungle clearing in the mountains forty miles out of Medellin and waited. Our clothes were sticking to our bodies and the deodorant had given up the fight hours ago. The shirt clinging to her body took my mind off my job for several minutes. I had checked and rechecked the camera settings to make sure that when I took the pictures they would be perfect. Under cover of the dense foliage I had set the Nikon with its telephoto lens on its mini tripod. We...
CHAPTER 5 My work finished in Hollywood, I sadly bade farewell to Sendi and returned to a chilly New York. Melissa wasn’t home when I got there so I rang her office to be informed that she was in a meeting but had left a message for me that she would be home no later than seven. Shortly before seven she breezed in. ‘Hello Darling! How was Hollywood? Did you see much of Sendi?’ ‘Terrible, and yes I saw a bit of her. I have some news for you.’ ‘Me first, me first! I have wonderful news,...
16 The Avenger is about to strike. Not for the Avenger the skin tight outfit with underwear on the outside, designed to show the world at large and in particular the female population, everything that he had to offer, instead the Avenger looked for all the world like a Stock Broker, in a dark suit and neatly trimmed beard and hair, and as such was able to mingle inconspicuously with the Wall Street crowd. One of the things I missed out on in my youth was the comic books that people of my age...
Chapter 4 – New Digs in Kingham Adrian arrived from London in ninety minutes or so. He had to use an umbrella walking from the station platform a short distance to the Inn. He smiled with the lingering warmth of the sunny weekend with his lover, Nicole. The Inn, like many in small towns, was a highway stop for stages before railroads came. Unlike others, the owners had adjusted to changing times, and it served a fine meal and provided a good bed even in the age of the automobile. The...
© 1994 "Who was that?" "Who do you mean?" Martha returned just a little too innocently. She knew exactly who I meant. "That woman you were with at Reed's." At lunch. "Oh, you mean Faith." I saw Martha hiding a smile. "Did you find her attractive?" This Faith was unbelievable! She had to be a model or movie star or something. If she wanted to be. "If you want a date with her, you'll have to be nice to me." Martha answered with a smirk. "Like you could get her to go out...
GENDERWAVE: FIRST REPORTS By BobH (c) 2004 It started on June 21st - the summer solstice - shortly after noon local time. That was when the shimmering wall appeared along a line stretching from the top of the world down through the middle of the Bering Strait all the way to the middle of Antarctica. Running from one pole to the other and stretching from the top of the atmosphere to the ocean bottom and through the deepest caverns known to man, it seemed impossibly huge yet was only a...
Authors Note: ‘The Rachel Chronicles’ is a multi-part series of stories involving the titular character (a young woman named Rachel) and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed mainly around oral sex, with the occasional tale involving other forms of sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed and it is my hope that such detail will provide a richer experience for you readers as you truly get an intensive look inside Rachel’s head. Further, the stories are...
March 20, 1984, Rutherford, Ohio I arrived at the halfway house in Rutherford just after 2:30pm on Tuesday afternoon wearing my cassock to keep up appearances. I was shown into Mr. Gilbert’s office. He offered coffee which I accepted and we sat down in a pair of chairs next to his desk. “Is everything OK?” I asked. “Yes, it is. I just wanted a word with you so I could thank you for the help you’ve given Paul Reynolds. I started doing this six years ago when I retired from GE, and we’ve...
Sam was a good-looking guy, tall and handsome and he had an affable personality and a charming smile. As a boss, he could be a bit demanding and even though he was very married, I could tell he could probably be charmed into doing anything I might want him to do.I didn’t set out to entrap him, although I will admit, I had selfish desires. Because of our close working relationship, I had to be careful. I certainly didn’t want to appear whorish or “easy”, but at the same time, I was a young...
OccupationsWhen your boss asked you to prepare a financial report that she could present at the quarterly stockholders? conference call, she gave you plenty of advance warning. Ms. Wu gave you the assignment on Monday morning, and the conference call was scheduled for end of day, Friday. A full week. No problem. Except that now it?s 4:00 PM on Friday afternoon, and the report?s not finished. It?s almost ready. Despite a series of unlikely and unexpected obstacles, you managed to pull together all of the...
Report by Jodi John Moyer slammed the phone down in frustration as his contact on the street gave him the bad news. It had been six months since Barry Simmons had disappeared and it had effectively put a halt to John's story to bring him to justice as the corrupt Mayor's assistant. He sighed as his editor called his name across the news room and his shoulders slumped as he made the long walk to the...
Things started to get strange around the town and house a couple of months later, and it was Willow’s fault in a way. Willow was the noon and evening news anchor for WWLX-TV. Between 12:30 and 5:00 p.m. she more or less had time on her hands, and during that down time she started to shift from perfecting her delivery (already very good), to investigative reporting. She’d done several exposés on various problems citizens in the city and surrounding suburbs faced: scamming roofing...
Roger strolled into breakfast with a huge smile on his face but when I asked how he got on, he grinned broadly and said, "You'll find out when you read my report and see the pictures." I suppose as a bluestone and in command of him, I could have demanded an answer but I didn't want to spoil his good mood. "I expect you two screwed like rabbits with me out of the way," he jibed when we were in the bedroom, undressing ready for the nurse. "Of course," I tried to sound nonchalant,...
It was the chance of a lifetime, and one she simply could not afford to pass up. All she had to do was read a news report on live TV, something she had done a million times already, while a few men jerked off on her. If she could make it through the entire report without quitting, while making a passable job of the information, she would get a huge cash prize. Since she was currently single, she had no one who would even object. She told her agent that she would take the gig. When the night...
Group SexThis story is a tribute to Bared Affair and to Angie who gave so many people so many great articles and so many happy times: The format of each story in Bared Affair was a newspaper article style in depth report on a news item of interest to the spanking world and this is my version of ‘Bared Affair meets Lush’: The Article: 17 th May 2011 A new service is being offered by Surrogate Discipline Limited, based in Stretford in Sussex, UK. This is an investigative report by Amanda Jones . The...
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