Anna stirred and took a deep breath. The smell of lovemaking was still strong; she didn't think she'd closed her eyes long, certainly less than an hour. She was on her side with an arm and a leg propped on her friend Paula's body. She could feel the softness of Paula against her thigh and calf, arm and hand, and along her chest and body. Paula was definitely...
AIWYtB3 Mia only looked through her window into the midnight spring Oregon rain for a short ten minutes for the black-on-black Jaguar to pull in her parking lot. Having not expected her visitor quite so soon, Mia pulled herself from her reverie to make some rushed preparations. Her Cascadian Farms Fruitfulos were tossed down the garbage disposal and the bo...
It was a dark room sparsely illuminated with automatic, recessed spotlights. An unconscious Madelynn was carried on a gurney to the room by two burly men who positioned her near a rectangular table. Carefully, they lifted her up from the gurney and placed her on the padded table before walking out of the room. A raven-haired female scientist wearing the stan...
In the Big Apple, New York City, where just about anything and everything goes from the upper-crust wealthy who have their inner city castle-apartments in the East End and those overlooking Central Park to the bohemian lifestyle in Greenwich Village between Bleecker and West 3rd Streets, and, of course, Times Square, there is in the Village the Club Sappho....
The roads were clear and Julia and April went together to go to the airport. April's home was on the way and Julia agreed to stop so that she could gather a few things. She had agreed also to help her with the legal aspect of the properties now that her parents gone. It was a mess but Julia wanted to be with April every step of the way. As April went into h...
WHEN CRAZY DAISY MET SILLY LILLYet La Danse de Deux a un Dulcimer, Danse de Seduction The story of two women who became dance partners, lovers, and the darlings of underground theatre. Their erotic choreography was as hot as their romance was. The fire of their passion was reflected in their art. by LeLez~LaMoura 'nom de naughty' of a nice lady This story...
The early morning light grows and my eyes twitch open unwillingly. In the glaze of the sun from the near window, I blink and start to turn my head. Stiff and painful, my neck objects to any sudden motion; forcing me to turn at a slow, measured pace. But this movement, any movement, is met with protests from other parts of my body as the rewards of last night...
Landing at JFK served as my first wake-up call. The airport looked the same as it had when I was a teenage girl and the crowds were as demanding. I looked for a young woman carrying a sign with my name and I saw her in no time. She offered to help me with my bags and invited me in the back of the limousine. She got behind the wheel and drove me into Manhatta...
It was a normal Sunday afternoon. Lesley was on her bed watching TV. Her husband's phone is exploding with incoming text notifications. Her husband is in the shower, but forgot to lock his phone. She decided to take a look at the messages but little did she know that she was in for a surprise. She scoffed as she looked at the pictures this bitch just sent hi...
Jim is hot. Why does she keep thinking about Debbie? Mother Nature was winning the battle. It was after her math class, and Lonnie was back in her room trying to work on the homework assignment. Trouble was, she kept thinking about Jim, a boy in her math class. He wasn't the tallest or most muscular boy in her class, and she hadn't really noticed him -- un...