Those of you who've read my story 'Time After Time' will remember that the 'villain' is a woman called Amber Lytton. One day I found myself wondering what might have happened to Amber. So here it is. If you haven't read 'Time After Time' it might help you to do so first—give you an idea of how unpleasant Amber could be. Characters in sex scenes are eightee...
The following story is (not) inspired by true events. In Oubliette County, TX (which doesn't actually exist, so put your maps away) in the early years of the twenty-first century, three young college coeds (to whom any perceived similarity to real people, living or dead, is unintended and purely coincidental) were on their way to their summer jobs as counsel...
Since I got so many wonderful reviews, I decided to award everyone by writing the second chapter as quickly as possible. Again, constructive criticism is always appreciated. ============== Standing in front of the mansion that was Amelia's home, I realized that I was probably being a little too rash. Things had changed. I'd grown up with everything that...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 5 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. TESTING MY NEW RELATIONSHIP WITH JOYCE Olivia and I had not rea...
The following is an excerpt from A Murder in Eden, the third novel in my erotic science fiction series. * "You know," Noah sighed, "when I stand up here and wave my arms, there's a reason." "You were waving your arms?" Rachel R said. "Really? I didn't notice." She turned to her sister. "Did you see him waving his arms up there?" "It's not funny," Noah gr...
Introduction: The following is a work of fiction. It is not intended to be taken seriously. It contains rough sex between two women and there's a lot of language that might offend. If you're a woman, know that this isn't a sweet lesbian romance. If you're a man, it might not be for you. If you read it and decide to call me a bunch of names, well, you're ju...
This is the tale of a middle aged woman who finally came to grips with her sexuality. In the process, she learned even more than she bargained for. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance...
Chapter One The morning sun sent shafts of warm light through the wooden slats and across my naked body as I lay on top of the twisted, rumpled sheets. We had both forgotten to close the blind properly before going to bed while comfortably drunk on the mead Christine had brought home. A bee knocked itself between the open window and the blind, then found it...
I was terrified. Sitting alone in the hallway outside my classroom was creepy by itself; with half of the lights dimmed and the other classrooms closed and dark, I was beginning to feel like I was in a horror movie. One of those slasher ones where the dumb schoolgirl trips over nothing and gets cut to ribbons. On top of that I had to stay behind so I could...
Smokey Saga #68: "Brain Storm" ***** Twenty Smokey Sagas ago, a zookeeper named Adia met the lycanthropic love of her life in "(Hungry Like The) Wolfgirl." Ten Sagas ago, a corporate axewoman called Poppy was shown the error of her ways by her conscience in "On Your Shoulder." These were the last two fantasies I wrote—if you don't count the lesbian versi...