Finding Julia - Chapter 11

By Julie D Cole

I had no idea what suddenly came over me to agree to wear a dress but it looked good and Eve said it fitted perfectly although it was low cut at the front, quite short in length and sleeveless. There hardly seemed enough material to fit me anywhere.

The data block tells me it was an early twentieth century writer called Mark Twain who said ‘History doesn’t repeat itself, but often it rhymes.’ That was before the internet never mind the data block. I came to realise what that implied when it became obvious Julian was not a little boy.

Continued from part 6 -the shed-

{a new direction - torment teasing and submission}

I continued blissfully rubbing Nicole's feet, one at a time of course, while Kathy used me as a foot stool, her foot at times
caressing my thigh, toes scrunching, reminding me her feet were there, constantly. I looked at their feet, they were the
same size, Nicole in beige pantyhose and Kathy wearing the cute tiny socks. Nicole's nylon encased feet were more
intoxicating for me, but having two pair of feet... teasing me... was uhm... intoxicating.

LOAN SHARK
By
Mary Beth Sanford

Copyright © 2019 Mary Beth Sanford

All rights reserved. This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise.

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Conversations and consequences.
     

Erin has pulled a couple of her old ASS* stories, and reposted them here. I'm following suit. This story was posted as part of Lord Malinov's Exploding Nipples contest: write a short story with a title based on a spam subject line. I've written several, even after the contest was mostly forgotten.
 
        Tit Torture-Free Site
        By Daphne Xu
        Copyright 1998

"YOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" Something zapped my breasts!

Later that day, Raven meets up with Clair after work. They were trying out a new restaurant that just opened. It was in the old feed and seed store. After they had been shown to their table and ordered their drinks, Raven looks at Clair.

“I heard from Carol today. She said that she managed to get an early court date, but the case was going to be heard in Augusta, Georgia, instead of here.” Raven

“Wow, that was fast. The Warden and the other people responsible for changing you were just arrested.” Clair was surprised that the case was moving so fast.

From the newsgroup days before BigCloset, I've pulled out one of my old stories, rescued from ASSTR for reposting to BCTS.

Undercover Girl – Chapter Twenty 
By Katherine Day 

CHAPTER 20 - There is an intimate relation between curing and caring.

They kept Ellen for a couple of days in the maternity ward. George could only visit in the evenings as he spent the days at the police headquarters being debriefed by the feds. By the time they were done with him and he hurried to the hospital, he never found the time to go shopping for male clothes. He showed up every day for his interrogation in a freshly washed and ironed maids’ outfit.

     
It's time to go camping. What will happen when everyone gets comfortable with their costumes?
     

     
Sorry this is a little late. The Closet was in maintenance mode and I had to go do something before it came back on line again.
     

“Lung cancer? Are you sure? But I've never smoked.” Jamie was in denial, a not uncommon reaction to bad news.

By Katherine Day

What do you do when you look 7 years old, but you're actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen's entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn't the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her how she looks, 7 years old?

CHAPTER 18 - Good sex is like the bridge card game. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.

Ellen was shopping at the mall on a Sunday afternoon. Her pre-eclampsia was under control for the present. She had just finished looking for a new dress that would accommodate her expanding belly. Sadly, her ability to wear a size 8 was a long way in the rear-view mirror. Whenever she shopped it was with a vengeance. Today she gave off the air of a socialite just browsing.