(g/bb, Mg) (16k)
(date posted: Wednesday, April 25, 2007)
Karly was twelve years old and seemed to be constantly horny. Ever since she had begun her period some few months earlier, her hormones were out of control and she lusted after practically any boy she looked at, especially when they were cute, blonde and had blue eyes when she creamed her panties instantly. It was an exciting and frustrating time for the little girl and she had no idea where her actions would ultimately lead her.
(FFg, Mg) (08k)
(date posted: Tuesday, May 16, 2006)
Jade a twelve year old girl of mixed race parentage wins a trip to West Africa to explore her roots. The trip becomes traumatic as she experiences first hand what her ancestors may very well have been subjected to.
Our Heroine Meets Her Match
(date posted: Tuesday, April 4, 2006)
Joanne would imagine herself in the role of the heroine and immerse herself totally in the plot. Which was why on a sunny morning at the beginning of her school holidays she found herself eyeing a man who was so typical of the villains described in so many books! He was not large, in fact he was not that much taller than she was, he was rather scruffy with a face that reminded her of a ferret and he was acting suspiciously.
I Wonder What It Feels Like
(date posted: Tuesday, March 14, 2006)
10 yr old Millie watches her elderly neighbour change his grandsons nappy and finds herself wondering what it would feel like to be put into a nappy. She wonders about it out loud and her neighbour is more than happy to help her find out.
The Budding Gymnast
(date posted: Friday, January 6, 2006)
Jack Warner was one of the oldest coaches in the region and held a lot of sway in the fraternity Mel had explained, she had also gone on to admit that she had been privately trained by Jack when she was a young gymnast. He was strict but gentle and wouldn't be too gross with the young girl, unless his tastes had changed.
(M/f, F,f) (10k)
(date posted: Sunday, March 16, 2003)
Just a quick note to let you know how your little girl is getting along; well let me tell you, she is just fine. Her tush is a bit sore just at the moment though, as you will see from the photograph, because she wasn't too cooperative when we first picked her up!
Welcome To The House Of Fun!
(date posted: Wednesday, March 12, 2003)
Eyes followed the pretty young girl as she travelled about; they watched the jaunty twitch of young firm buttocks, the pale outline of crisp white panties showing through the thin cotton shorts. They slid lasciviously up smooth slender thighs and over tiny up tilted high breasts that barely jiggled at all they were so firm. Lips were licked and sighs were sighed and the occasional adjustment to constrictive clothing was surreptitiously made.
(M/f, f/f, mind control) (22k)
(date posted: Monday, July 3, 2000)
A man involved in an auto accident wakes up in a hospital bed to discover that he can 'hear peoples thoughts' gradually his new gift develops.
(M/f, F/f, Fm, etc) (49k)
(date posted: Saturday, June 10, 2000)
Benjamin Potter was a truly dedicated nurse everyone said so. Dedicated, dependable, and truly a caring person. That was what they all said and they were absolutely right, Benjamin, Ben to his friends, really did care, that was why he had chosen a nursing career, he cared about people. He was working in the brand new flagship hospital of the National Health Service. The Princess Diana Hospital for Sick Children, he had especially chosen that particular hospital because he cared especially for children. He would never knowingly harm a child, but he really did care for them. So if a child happened to be under sedation say, totally unaware of what was happening, then what harm was he doing, none.
Harry's Treasure Trove
(M/ff, M/m) (14k)
(date posted: Friday, June 9, 2000)
He began with close-ups of her face, a strong light behind her to give a halo effect. "You really do have the most beautiful bone structure Jennifer" he told her busily snapping away with his camera, " you will grow up into a beautiful woman" he added. Jenny had snorted with derision, but secretly had enjoyed his praise. "You should be dressed in a flowing diaphanous white gown" he decided, as he looked her over. "What's diaphanous?" she asked striking a pose as he took some more pictures, she was getting into the swing of things now. "Diaphanous? Well it means flowing, translucent, pure, the type of flowing gowns that angels are depicted wearing in all the great paintings". He explained. "What like a white sheet?" she asked. Father Joseph chuckled, "yes sort of, I suppose". That sounded fine to Jenny, under a sheet her stick insect arms and spindly legs would not show. Father Joseph bustled off and returned with a white silk sheet and draped it around her slim body but her sneakers and jeans kept peeping through spoiling the effect so he got her to take them off. Her red tee shirt went the same way until all she had on were her navy blue knickers, but that was OK she was only ten years old, a little girl who hadn't even begun to develop yet. He took a few pictures but was unhappy about her blue knickers; they showed as a dark patch in the sheer white material. "They will have to go" he told her matter of factly, "don't worry though, I promise not to tell anyone"
(date posted: Thursday, March 23, 2000)
Jennifer Carter is a young innocent, na´ve girl suddenly wrenched from the life she knew by a fire in her home. Her Grandmother is rushed into hospital and Jenny taken into what the authorities refer to as a place of safety or 'care'.
The Shy Exhibitionist
(date posted: Sunday, March 19, 2000)
Claire was shivering, which was strange because she wasn't in the least bit cold, perhaps it was fear, she had heard somewhere that people tremble with fear, but she didn't feel afraid either, it was very odd. The man was looking at her again! He was trying to hide it but he was definitely looking, peering at her from around the corner of his folded up newspaper. She tried easing her knees a little bit wider, but her leg began trembling so much she had to stop.
(M/f nc, mild cp, abduction.) (20k)
(date posted: Tuesday, February 15, 2000)
Enter the mind of both the abductor and the abducted. HE the amateur phsycologist, knowledgable through experience and natural cunning. Using the abductee to feed his sexual appetite both physically and mentally. SHE Immature, niave, who has been conditioned to 'Respect her elders and betters' To do as she is told. her mind and body manipulated to give pleasure to her abductor, any way that he sees fit.
(date posted: Wednesday, January 19, 2000)
Or maybe it was Mr Sykes my schoolteacher when I was eight or nine keeping me behind after school for chattering during the lesson and turning me over his knee, hoisting my skirt up over my back and spanking me on my knickered bottom. Six meaty slaps that stung and made me cry. Then afterwards he had pulled my knickers down at the back to check the result, his fingers dipping briefly between my legs. He did it to another girl a couple of weeks later and she told her mum. Mr Sykes left the school shortly afterwards. I couldn't tell my mum, she would have given me another spanking for good measure.
(date posted: Tuesday, November 2, 1999)
I had known Sally for about a year and had moved in with her some five or six months ago. She was OK twenty-five, petite with small tits and almost boyish hips, but her main attraction, between you and me, was her daughter Amy. A pretty little ten-year-old, now just about to celebrate her eleventh birthday. She was a shy kid and it took me some time to get her to relax with me. I used the standard ploys of bribery and lots of general handling. You know the score, the friendly arm around the shoulder, playful pats on the butt, that sort of thing plus of course, the old stand-by flattery. I got the occasional peek at knickers that kind of thing and one memorable morning, about a week after I had moved in, she got dressed in the living room in front of the TV. I was careful not to appear to show too much interest, which was not too much of a problem, because she was absorbed in the TV programme. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she calmly pulled her nightie up over her head whilst staring at the screen. Beneath the nightie she had only a pair of cute cotton panties on, so her little flat chest with one of it's two rosy little buds were openly on view. I eased a cushion onto my lap, for obvious reasons and admired the sweet little poppet out of the corner of my eye.
(date posted: Saturday, October 30, 1999)
George Walker supervised the ushering of the first group of evacuees from the station and into Bramham Village Hall. George Walker, Bank manager (retired) and Chairman of the Evacuees Committee was a power in the community. You could see it in the way he held his clip-board. The committee had arranged volunteers for the forty children from London, well in advance names and addresses were neatly typed ready for the volunteer's choice to be added. Everything had been under control. Then fifty-seven children had been herded from the train onto the little platform. At first he had been annoyed at the administrative error, but then upon reflection he realised that this could work to his advantage. As a widower, a single man living alone he hadn't been able to add his name to the foster list. Not that there were any hard and fast rules against it, but he felt it would look a little suspicious, but now, he thought.
Katy And The Man
(date posted: Thursday, October 28, 1999)
Being brought up by an elderly grandmother was no big deal, probably because Katy never knew anything else. The one major problem was money! She never had the money to spend that other girls in class had. So she decided to find herself a part time job, a girl in her class had got a job in a shop and Katy decided that she would do the same thing. It wasn't as easy as she had first imagined; everyone told her she was too young. Katy was about to give the whole idea up, when she passed a dim little general store where an elderly man was sitting just inside the doorway on an old wooden chair, as she walked past he winked at her so she decided to have one last try. Stepping into the gloom from out of the bright sunshine, Katy blinked trying to refocus her eyes.
Terry and the Lady
(date posted: Thursday, October 21, 1999)
I had been playing football I remember, it had been one of those balmy summer days that you only seemed to get when you were a kid, how old was I then, about twelve I think, or just coming up to it. I was hot and sweaty, trudging, carrying my ball away from the park and wishing that I had not spent all my money at lunch, because then I would have enough for a cold drink or an ice-lolly. "I thought I was warm, but boy you look a lot warmer," a voice said as I turned out through the park gates. I turned to see who had spoken. A lady of about thirty something carrying two heavy looking shopping bags was smiling at me. "I've been playing football" I explained. "Really?" she arched an eyebrow and I blushed as realised that it was pretty obvious considering I was dressed in my Chelsea football strip and was carrying a football.
(date posted: Thursday, October 21, 1999)
With his redundancy money, George Jessop had bought a shop. The money it brought in was not enormous but together with his pension it was enough to keep body and soul together. The shop was a clothing store, predominantly dealing with school uniforms for the local schools. He had always had an eye for younger females and although the shop had not fulfilled his fantasies as such it did give him the occasional vicarious thrill. The odd glimpse of little knickers clinging deliciously to young firm flesh, the occasional opportunity to touch ' by accident' a pert bottom or a newly budding breasts. The changing cubicles at the back of the shop had deliberately poorly fitted curtains that always left some kind of gap. And quite often harassed, mothers bless them, would leave the curtains open while collecting a different size for their offspring, leaving their little treasures on display in various states of undress.
(date posted: Saturday, October 16, 1999)
Some day's things just don't go right, shit happens, as the saying goes. Lenny had experienced one of those days. A simple business trip, lunch with a client, sign on the dotted line and drive back home again, had been the plan. But sod's law had been applied, being, if things can go wrong, sometimes they will go wrong. Heavy rain had caused a major hold up on the motorway so he was late for his appointment, the client had been unsympathetic about his delay. So a simple run through of the contract had turned into an afternoon of remaining sober whilst getting the oaf pissed out of his brain in order to close the sale and then to top it all when Lenny returned to his car he had found it clamped. It had taken him until nearly eight to get his car mobile again, only to get a puncture a mile onto the motorway. Lenny had changed the wheel in more torrential rain resigned to the fact that the gods had decided that this was his day for shit to happen.
(date posted: Tuesday, October 12, 1999)
The moths of excitement fluttered in her stomach, he was looking again, and she could feel it! Carefully she raised her eyes from her workbook to watch him through her fringe of hair that partially obscured her eyes whilst her head remained bent low. Sure enough he was sitting low in his chair staring blatantly at her legs beneath the desk. Emily's feelings were strangely mixed, she felt revulsion at the old man's watery gaze literally crawling over her partially exposed thighs and at the same time she felt a fluttery excitement. When she had first noticed, she had been shocked, squeezing her slim thighs together until her calves ached. How dare he! A dirty old man looking up at her skirt at her knickers, and him a school teacher at that. Her skin crawled, but something else occurred as well. A worm of sexual arousal stirred within her.
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