Her Witness (A Lesbian Agent)

Porter's locker is next to mine. He's that guy nobody really likes because he's a complete douchebag. However, since he isn't into dumb shit like Dungeons and Dragons and he's rich, he's never quite at the bottom of the social tier. We have three classes together but I don't talk to him. I think he's friends with Crispin. "I saw you," he says one day. "Oh yeah?" I reply, because I'm not a complete douchebag. "Where? The mall?" "I live like two blocks away from you, dumbass. I saw you in your car." "Okay." God, I haven't been at school ten minutes and I want to hit someone. "So you and Crispin are hooking up, huh?" I wonder if I look like people do in the movies, when they go all stiff and scared shitless. I try to play it cool. "What?" Porter slams his locker shut and leans against it with a smarmy grin. "You might want to be more careful when you make out with another g

"Mom, I've gone into this whole episode in such excruciating detail," Marcia said, "because I wanted to convey what a strange guy Jerad Sanders is. Really quite sweet and tender in his way, but there's something not quite right about him. No, I shouldn't say that. Let's just say," she ended with a whimsical smile, "he doesn't have a whole lot of impulse control." "Ain't that the truth!" I couldn't help blurting out. She gave me a long, puzzled gaze. I really didn't know what to make of her story. It was really quite obscene, wasn't it? Imagine a daughter telling something like this to her mother! But Marcia was always one to speak her mind, and we were both adult women now. But I'm sure you can understand why I was disturbed: what Jerad had done to her was almost exactly what he'd done to me. So much for his eternal devotion to me! Well, maybe I was also being unfair to him: after all, I was the one w

The 8th day of every month I am picked up on the same street corner by the same town car and driven blindfolded to a Victorian style mansion on the outskirts of town surrounded by massive redwood trees. I enjoy the isolation and serene privacy. My outfit is always waiting in the back seat which I change into blindfolded as per my instructions. The leather interior sends a quick chill up my spine as I scramble out of my attire and try to feel around for what he has left for me tonight. I can feel the car swerve as I feel the driver's eyes on my ice cold nipples. If I mention it to him he is likely to replace the driver. I always change as slowly as possible, partially to make the hour drive go by faster, but I know the driver likes when my nipples are hard so I stall and pretend to hunt for the sweater I felt right away. BUP-BUP-BUP-BUP-BUP. The town car veers off the shoulder briefly hitting the safety bumps. "Everything okay?" I answer with a fake sense of being startl

My name is John and I'm 46 years old. I work in downtown Los Angeles, heading up the IT department head for a medium-sized law firm. All-in-all, I'm your basic mid-40s average white guy with medium brown hair, blue eyes and glasses, 5-foot 9 inches tall, and weigh about 175 pounds. . I've been happily married to my wife Rachel for 19 years. She works at a hospital as a billing supervisor. Rachel is an attractive woman at 44 years old, 5-foot 4 inches tall, weighing about 140 pounds. She has long, dark brown hair, and beautiful dark brown eyes. While she has developed a little curviness over the years, to my eye her body has the perfect proportions. And she still gets looks from guys, no matter if we're dressed up and out to dinner, in jeans and t-shirt at the grocery store, or in yoga pants at the gym. Trust me, I notice the looks she gets (not that I ever say anything to Rachel). We live in a nice suburban neighborhood with our two kids. Our daughter, Allie, is 18 an

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work. ****************** Miami, Florida Palm trees sat still outside with the blazing afternoon heat beginning to make itself unbearable to anyone who didn't have shade close by. A black Mercedes Benz had pulled up into the driveway to an old Coconut Grove home, sitting in a specific spot where an older metallic blue Cadillac used to be parked every morning. Instead, the Cadillac was sitting in a garage close by. Tony had went to the home of his brother Steven to give him something of a welfare check after not hearing from the man in almost a month. He expected Steven to at least call him after the grand re-opening of Disco Fever, but so far there had been nothing from his end. By Tuesday into the new week, Tony had become concerned enough to drop by. Expecting to be face to

College was the best time of my life. I spent most of my time in a bikini, and the warm weather was perfect. My parents had dropped me off after the long, 3-day drive, and from that point on, I had felt the kind of freedom that I had only dreamed of having before. I had been a good girl back in high school, saving my virginity for the right guy. Things hadn't worked out the way that I had planned. My prom date raped me in the back of his mom's borrowed minivan, and I had never been the same. I wasn't sure if I should like sex after what had happened to me. I never told anyone what happened to me, not even the first guy I met in college. His name was Adam, and he was short and stocky with a sideways grin that never failed to make me smile. We got close quickly, and though he wondered why I bristled when he touched me, I never could get the words out to tell him that I had been violated. It made me feel dirty and undesirable. I didn't want Adam to think that I was a vi