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I woke the next morning to the annoying sound of the phone ringing. I stumbled to the side of the bed, my face falling in direct sunlight, and I cursed my laziness in not closing the curtains properly the night before. I finally grabbed the phone, pulled it to my ear, and grunted. A deep voice responded briefly.
‘Letterbox.’
I responded intelligently. ‘Huh?’ The phone clicked in my ear in response, and I lay back on the bed, trying to get my eyes to work again, along with my brain.
A few minutes later, I figured out what the call meant. Then I realised that I’d better retrieve whatever it was, before someone else did. I jumped from the bed and threw on my robe. As I raced out of the house and down the path, I realised I was acting a little strangely. Slowing down, I walked calmly to the letterbox, and opened it, not quite knowing what to expect.
Inside was a small envelope. Plain white, sealed, with my name computer-printed on the front. I resisted the temptation to open it, put it in my robe pocket, and walked up the path, and into the house.
Back in my room, I sat on the bed, and stared nervously at the envelope. Well, nervously, but with more than a touch of arousal. This game was turning me on more than I would have believed. Finally I tore it open, and pulled out the single piece of white paper inside. It was computer printed as well, plainly.
I can pretend it was accidental as long as I like, but the fact is, before I read the words, I opened my robe, exposing my breasts to the heat of the morning sun, and my thighs to the clutch of my eager hand.
As my fingers felt between the suddenly slippery folds, and nonchalantly caressed me, I started to read.
The ‘day off’ is over. The game continues.
Oh, God. I needed two fingers, and stroked myself more deliberately.
11AM This morning.
Quick glance at the clock. Little bit of time. I squeezed my fingers between my thighs.
Drama Department theatre.
Drama? Oh! Wriggle, wriggle.
Prop room behind the stage.
I’ve been in there. Warm and musty. Crowded with costumes and stuff. Mmmm…
Wear anything you want.
Oh, God, just this robe, maybe? Why am I so wet?
But take it off when you get there
Off? Oh, fuck! That’s bad! And I want to! I was frantic now, and pummelled myself with my fingertips…
Yes, all of it.
No! Oh God, yes!
And then lie down on the bed.
I could barely read. My body was on fire. I was horrified, and ecstatic.
Birch
I read the last word, and fell back on the bed, dropped the paper, and pulled my legs up. I spread my knees and attacked my wetness with one hand, while the other dealt severely with my breasts. It only took a few seconds before I came. It was lovely, hard, and incredibly fast.
I lay there, panting and sweating, and tried to calm myself down. It only partially worked, and eventually I pulled myself up from the bed, and ran for the security of the shower.
—
I was ready with plenty of time to spare, but then sat around, worrying. I’d been stunned so many times in the last few days by what I would actually do, that I didn’t know quite what to think. Eventually I picked up my backpack, and left the house.
I took my time with the walk, strolling through the park, and, ridiculously enough, relaxing.
The Drama Department was hidden away in an older part of the school, brick buildings shaded by large trees. The department had originally been on the property of an old church that had burnt down. The church sold the land and remaining real estate and moved to somewhere more sensible. The school was smart enough to adapt rather than destroy, just for a change, and as a result the drama students had a facility with more character than you could reasonably expect. The prop room had been converted over and over, walls added and removed through the years, and the whole area was now a rabbit warren of small hallways, cubby-holes, and bizarrely shaped spaces.
I might have relaxed on the way over, but I was nervous again as I approached the entrance to the building. Not just nervous though, if you know what I mean.
I had to walk down the hallway beside the theatre to get to the prop room, and my shoes squeaked on the tiled floors as I passed, echoing weirdly. I’d been here before, but only during classes. It was very quiet today. Spooky.
Opening the arched doors at the end of the hallway, I stepped into a carpeted area, and the noise level from my walking dropped. Of course, that meant I couldn’t hear anyone else, either. I wandered through another set of doors into the prop room, and was stunned again by both the smell and the colours.
Racks covered the walls, and stood in what seemed random arrangements on the floors, all filled with costumes on hangers. Various pieces of clothing donated or created over the years, for countless productions, some of which might even have had some class. The costumes were arranged in styles, but colours clashed everywhere, and my eyes were unable to relax as I kept thinking I saw people, only to find they were empty pieces of clothing, haphazardly hung.
The smell was almost impossible to explain, but I liked it. A mixture of paint and other chemicals, materials for the costumes, old sweat and various attempts to disguise it, and the lingering old church smell. Rich wooden beams, oiled and cared for, at least until we took the buildings over.
Other than paranoid imaginings, I still couldn’t see anyone in the room, and I wandered about, meandering through the haphazard aisles until I stumbled across an area that someone has spent some time preparing. There was a largish bed almost hidden in the array of clothing. I knew it was for me, because there was one of those photographs on it. Of me. In the skirt. Oh, God.
I grabbed the picture and stuffed it in my backpack before sitting on the edge of the bed, and wondering if I could really go through with it. A part of me wanted to. Another part was horrified. What if someone should come in and discover me? What if this was all a trick, designed to embarrass me? In the end, I decided to try to divorce myself from all my doubts, and just think about what the note had said, and how it made me feel.
I stood, just barely sure enough to continue, and pulled my shirt over my head. Jeans were next, and I stood there in bra and panties, still not certain. I realised then that I had some leeway within the instructions, and turned back to the bed, planning to lift the covers, and climb underneath. I needn’t have bothered. The bed was really just a bare imitation, built for some no-doubt badly envisaged play at some point, and the covers were permanently attached to the frame.
I stood for a while longer, just wondering, and then decided that I had to go through with it. I couldn’t stand it if I backed out now. I forced a smile on my face, reached back and unclipped my bra, releasing my breasts as fearlessly as I could. Stepping out of the panties took a little more courage, but I managed. I convinced myself that if I had to, I could pull one of these costumes on fairly quickly.
Somehow, being naked wasn’t nearly as bad as getting naked, and I felt more comfortable having got the thing over and done with. I looked around the room some more, poking at the costumes and waiting for something to happen. I even tried on a couple of hats before I realised that maybe someone was still waiting for me. I hadn’t completed all the instructions quite yet.
I sat back on the bed, and pulled myself into the middle of it. Having run out of excuses, delays, and options, I lay down in the centre of the mattress, on my back, and forced my muscles to relax. I looked up into the high rafters for a moment, wondering at how they had managed to ever clean them. I didn’t see much though, because that was when I caught a glimpse of someone out
of the corner of my eye, and sat up, startled, and trying to cover myself.
It was a vampire. No, really. A classy suit with a large cape. Not just any vampire either. This was a good likeness of Bela Lugosi at his best. I was intrigued more than scared when Dracula turned towards the door before I could see much more, and flicked a switch. That was when the lights went out.
Oh, God. I was okay until then, but now I was alone with a vampire, and I couldn’t even see. I couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been, but I stayed still, terrified and excited. The prop room was basically in the middle of the old building, and the numerous renovations had left it with no windows. When the lights were off in here, it was very dark, no matter what time of day.
Everything was silent now, for a moment, and then I heard rustling, as the figure made its way back towards me. I just sat, petrified.
Eventually, I felt some movement on the mattress, and a hand reached out to me, and touched my foot. I didn’t relax, but I refrained from screaming. As my foot was gently tugged towards the edge of the bed, I couldn’t stay silent any longer.
‘Hey! Please, stop for a moment. Listen, please just…’
The only response was a quietly hissed ‘Shhhhhh…’
‘Look, I’m scared here. Please.’
A gloved hand covered my mouth gently, after stumbling in the dark a little. I assumed this must be Birch, and that relaxed me for some reason, though I should have been even more worried. This doesn’t mean I wasn’t still thinking of sharp teeth sinking into my throat.
I let my other foot be dragged out until my legs were straight, my feet hanging just over the bottom of the bed. I was still shaking with fear, but I felt I had to let this happen.
Birch surprised me then, by kissing my ankles. It was unexpectedly nice, and I sighed, relaxed a little to the inevitable, and lay back. The kisses made a slow path up my legs, hands parting my knees a little to allow the kisses to be more widely spread. I’m not sure I can even explain how I felt while this was going on. I just did it.
As the kisses worked their way up past my knees, I was definitely getting turned on, and my muscles relaxed a little, allowing Birch to part them further. By the time the lips were on my thighs, I was desperate, and all my fears had been banished.
My hands began to trace over the rest of my body of their own accord, caressing and tweaking as seemed appropriate at the time. Strangely enough, the fear of sharp teeth had transformed itself to a feeling of intense pleasure on and around my throat, and I worshipped my skin with my fingers as Birch continued the main assault further south.
I realised, as all of this was happening, that I didn’t know who this shadowy figure really was, and this just intensified the feeling. Birch’s tongue and lips were thoroughly connected to me now, lifting and sliding across my most intimate parts, and stumbling around my clitoris, with no real pattern. My arousal was going through the roof as my fears dissolved. My mind concentrated on the feelings, and stopped asking questions.
After a while, the attentions between my thighs became a little more coordinated, fingers, lips and a tongue all working in unison. An image flashed through my mind of myself, lying just like this, being serviced by someone, naked, determined and controlling. Realisation dawned that this was what was really happening. I thrust my hips desperately, and groaned in ecstasy as my body forgave me for the fear and uncertainty, and I was lifted and hurled off the edge, climaxing with a force that stunned me. I clamped my legs shut on the head between my thighs and made the movement stop, because I couldn’t bear it any longer.
My skin was on fire, my nipples threatened to burst, and my so often self-abused cunt was in heaven, so long as no one touched it.
As Birch’s head was removed gently from my clutches, I fell back on the bed, released and relieved. Something moved in the darkness, and I felt a breath on my cheek before Birch’s voice whispered in my ear. ‘Thanks for playing.’
I started to speak. I wanted to ask so many questions. The glove was placed over my mouth again, and I understood. I lay quietly as the other body moved slowly away in the darkness.
I heard the creak of the large doors, and then there was silence. I just lay there. I didn’t know what else to do. Okay, I touched myself. A little.
After a while, I realised the lights weren’t going to come back on, and that I needed to get out of here before anyone caught me. I stumbled from the bed, stood in the dark and considered my options. In the end, I decided it would be better to get dressed than try to find the light switch.
I would have looked a sight if anyone had come in, on my hands and knees, looking for my underwear, but it didn’t happen. Eventually I located everything, and got dressed rather clumsily in the dark. I remembered my backpack at the last moment, and grabbed it from where it was lying near my clothes. Slinging it over my shoulder, I knocked one of the costume racks, and frightened myself with the noise. I stumbled towards where I thought the door was, and finally located it.
After the intense blackness of the prop room, the dimly lit outer room seemed bright, and I checked myself over to ensure that I hadn’t put my clothing on backwards or anything of that sort. I was alright, so I walked from there out to the hallway, and started down to the doorway, my shoes squeaking again on the floor.
Just before I reached the outside door, it slammed inwards and a whole group of noisy young students barged through. I recognised the guy who seemed to be organising them, and he told me they were on their way to the prop room to sort out some costumes for a play.
I left them then, and walked out into the sunshine, very relieved to have gotten away with it, and tingling, more than a little, between my thighs.
More than anything though, I wondered if the game was over.
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Fantasy & Sci-Fifrom my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...
Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...
The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...
Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...
The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
Fantasy & Sci-FiEsther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...
When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...
Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...
Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...
Lesbian“You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers,...
He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...
It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...
Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...
Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...
There was something very special about Athena. I knew it right away from the moment we met. It was more than the fact that her hair framed her face like gilt around the most perfect of portraits. It was more than the fact that she took life as a game and played it. She was carefree without being spoiled. She was innocent without guile. She was unique. It was remarkable, really, that she was so enchanting, so child like, so incredibly unselfish. She had been born into wealth. Her father had...
Clothesline[This story is part of the Leather in Lawnville series.] Clothesline By DuskPetersonYou can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends, who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store, while others take an interest in our town's fabric shop, which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store, eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up rubbing shoulders at the town's jacket...