The Photo Shop Ch. 15

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In the late afternoon of a beautiful summer's day, two young men sat on the hood of a silver Hybrid Lexus as a cool breeze blew in off the Pacific Ocean while their bodies bathed in the warmth of a California sun. Logan Temple and Aidan Simmons were college roommates out enjoying their last full day of summer vacation together, and they had driven up to Twin Peaks to hike around and take in the unbelievably spectacular views of the San Francisco area. These peaks were the only hills in San Francisco not to have been built over, a place the Spaniards had termed, "Los pechos de la Chola" -- Breasts of the Indian Maiden -- and it was the last place on their list to visit. Almost from the onset of their freshman year at college, Logan and Aidan had formed a close bond as they discovered all the things they shared in common. Then, quite unexpectedly when Logan walked in on Aidan jerking off, the two boys started bonding in other, more personal, ways. Over time, Logan fell in

Celia Francis was 38. An elegant lady, 5'6" tall, long blonde hair worn to the tops of her shoulders. A size 10 figure and 34B breasts. She clearly worked out and often got whistled at in the street and received comments in the local supermarkets from lust filled young men who considered her to be a hot MILF. Celia was always thrilled to receive such comments which sent a nice hum through her body, down to her pussy. Celia was single and enjoyed life to the full. An extremely strong libido which meant lots of trysts with lovers both married and single. She and her best friend Jane had worked together in the administration department of a local stationery supply company for 15 years or so. They were part of a team of 20. Celia and Jane had been integral to the success of the company as they rose through the ranks. They ran the office with an iron rod so the management and sales teams could go out and do their thing knowing everything in the office would run smoothly. Orders

When I was writing the first draft of this chapter on November 25, 2020, they were acknowledging the International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women on that day. It is one of the greatest continuing crimes of society around the world that so much violence continues to be perpetrated against women. International Sex Trafficking is a hundred billion dollar a year business. Many societies around the world accept or tolerate violence against women for a multitude of reasons ranging from religious to cultural to apathy. If there were ever an argument for putting women in charge of everything, it would be this. Perhaps most of this would finally end. If violence or forced or coerced sex has ever been perpetrated against you, please leave a brief anonymous comment at the end of this chapter. It doesn't have to be more than a Me Too. I don't want you to have to relive the trauma. I, for one, offer my apologies for whatever happened to you. Tess(UK), you don't need

The following is a work of erotic fiction and is in no way meant to represent real people or events. It is completely written and owned by me, OfStarsAndDreams. My short stories are generally written on behalf of others and do not necessarily reflect my personal interests, fetishes, or personal history. F/F. Bisexuality. Chastity. Schoolgirls/College. Dorms. Sexting. Cheating/Infidelity (implied/unaddressed). Embarrassment/Shame. Semi-Public Kink. Oral (F/f). Fingering (F/f). Dildo/strap on use (F on f). Mild D/s. Mildly dubious consent. Let's Begin! --------- It had really been Greg, the class clown, rather than Ms. Marshall that had brought up the topic of chastity belts in history class. Amy hadn't, at first, paid it too much mind, and thought the interruption in her lesson more annoying than funny. Amy of course knew of chastity belts, as things that existed, but had never given it any more thought than that. So she mostly just felt awkward watching Ms. Marshall stumble o

This is an independent sequel of the Nasty Tales series parts 08, 03 and 07. If you want to follow Lynn's story chronologically, you can read those parts in the order mentioned above. The series includes themes such as: dominant male, humiliation, non-consensual sex, exhibition and bondage. If you are not into these themes or find them offensive, please do not read further. If you are into these things, please put your hands in your pants and enjoy. ****** NASTY TALES 09: Mr Red The room was dimly lit. All that could be heard was heavy breathing. "I think I have to let you go," Mr Williamson said. "Sir?" Lynn asked as she was obviously not going anywhere. She was tied spread-eagled, naked on the older master's bed. "What I mean, Lynn, is that this will be our final session and also your final week in this house. My wife is starting to grow suspicious," Mr Williamson explained while his ice-blue eyes wandered all over her body. "Have I bee

The N'Orleans University trimester came to an end in March, but Wanda never lost her fascination with Wiccan studies. She always was an odd and aloof character, thought Vera. Theirs was an mismated friendship. Vera stayed distant, yet friendly, despite being an ultra conservative, Black Witch fearing church goer. They frequently argued about the differences between White, Wiccan, witches and the evil, devil worshiping Black ones. First, Wanda had to explain it wasn't about skin tone. "Our followers practice witchcraft and nature worship and see it as a religion based on pre-Christian traditions of northern and western Europe. So-called spells are for good only." No matter how much proof Wanda offered, Vera's mind was made up and no amount of logic could change it. "Our spells work with nature, not the devil. Wiccan Rede, an ethical code states 'If it harm none, do what you will.' Wiccans believe in meditation and participate in rituals throughout th