Victoria And Camilla

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I leant forwards, holding Victoria’s eyes with my own as my lips closed towards hers. Her face began to flush but her eyes remained open as our lips touched. I let them remain in contact for only the briefest moment and as I broke away I saw her chest rising and falling as she took deep breaths. But she was still rooted to the spot rather than turning away in embarrassment so it didn’t seem that I’d overstepped my boundaries yet. We’d see if that changed soon.

I dared not look at her husband for fear of breaking the spell, but it seemed safe to assume that he was more than happy with the sight of two semi-clad women exchanging a kiss in front of him.

“But there’s the French…” I said, “Which I’m sure you know.”

I leaned towards Victoria again, and this time I put hands on her narrow waist to hold her steady and pull her closer.

Our lips touched and, as soon as they did, I opened my mouth a little and flicked at Victoria’s lips with the tip of my tongue. She let out a small gasp and her eyes closed a little. I took the invitation and pushed my tongue a fraction into the opening, teasing and probing as I did so.

You can read the rest of The Lady and Camilla Chapter 5 on Literotica, and Chapter 1 is here.

Wild Party

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“The New Year party was wild. I don’t know how we both ended up back at the hotel with a naked man between us, and he can’t remember how he got there, or where his clothes were. Now he can’t leave until we find him something to wear, and I’m in no rush for that.”

Stripped For My Sins

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“Sarah nodded, determined not to shed a tear despite the unbridled anger directed at her. She realised, there and then, that she hated the Reverend Mother, and she hated her methods, and that, no matter what, she resolved that she would not be cowed...

Sarah nodded, determined not to shed a tear despite the unbridled anger directed at her. She realised, there and then, that she hated the Reverend Mother, and she hated her methods, and that, no matter what, she resolved that she would not be cowed by her. She might obey, while the Reverend Mother had all the power, but that did not mean she was defeated. Three days naked in a convent was humiliating, but she could just about survive it.

That evening Sarah discovered a downside of her punishment: in her unclothed state, nobody would sit near her at the dinner table, or talk to her as they walked to prayer. Being ostracised was worse than being naked. At prayer she crouched, ashamed of herself, at the back of the room, begging for forgiveness because she knew that she had done wrong. Yet still, as she had after Sister Theresa’s punishment, she begged for forgiveness for the Reverend Mother, because she felt the Reverend Mother needed it even more than she did.

Sarah prayed some more within the solitude of her own room and, slipping off her stockings, she went to bed, her mind dwelling on how such a small lapse had gotten her into such deep trouble.

Read the rest of the story in The Rules of the Convent