"Art is not a mirror. It is a hammer." --phrase scrawled on a whiteboard in the Media Lab at MIT (home of the first computer hackers), attributed to Bertolt Brecht Domenique, a pleasant ache still present in her jaw since the sex they'd had the night before, passed unnoticed into the doorway of Gwen's bedroom. The stillness and sheer beauty of the scene ra...
"Hey, Tally, you want anything from the cafe?" Claire asked. "No thanks, I'm full." As I said it, I could hear Rei snickering beside me. Panic swept over me, and I shot her a look that was intended to silence. Instead, incredulity was all she offered in return. True, it was a quiet, stifled laugh, and, true, it's not like anyone there had the slightest ide...
This is part three of the story of Carla and her Aunty Jo. This is one continuous story, so this part may not make a great deal of sense unless you have read the previous Chapters. This story is a fantasy, containing hypnotism, lesbian love and sex, a bald woman, piercings, some strong BDSM, watersports and young girls. All the girls are adults. If this is...
Puppet Several weeks had passed now and Jenna had settled into a routine of working her days, busy with the inner runnings of the several different outlets of Golding's. With her background and training she had been the perfect fit and not a day had passed where Janice hadn't been impressed. Three Fridays had gone by now, and tomorrow would bring the one...
I don't know what it was about Amy—probably just how terribly cute she was—but she was the first girl I ever enjoyed analingus with. Or more correctly, the first one whose ass-hole I really wanted to lick. It's probably because her fanny is sooo cute and shapely, but I've slept with lots of other women before and though my tongue has swiped over the bung-hol...
I work in the city and I ride the bus to work. I enjoy wearing sexy clothes to work because it makes the day interesting and because my boss enjoys it. He's a nice guy. Never gets handsy, just likes to look. On the bus is a different story. It's always crowded and by the time I get on, there are no seats left. Almost every day, I have some guy putting his ha...
I have always preferred the company of women to that of men. It blossomed into a sexual preference. My first experience was at the tender age of 19 during the summer after high school. I was the only female caddy at the Brentwood Country Club, a premier golf course in my town. I continually felt the stares of the boys all over my body and it angered me to...
(Author's note: I'm revisiting this story to add back in the deleted sex-scene, which is mostly my own imagination, because so many readers felt this story was like birthday cake without the ice cream. If you like the newer version, or not, please comment.) * This is one of those stories that could have started with "I have a friend who ..." or perhaps "On...
Monday morning, dull day, orders to make, staff rosters to 'juggle', phone incessantly ringing, customer complaints to solve, police to deal with as a result of catching a shoplifter - who'd be a supermarket manager?? I didn't know it, but things were about to get a whole lot better. The rap at my door brought me face to face with the 'security chief', Eddie...
It was night, the deepest densest part, when small rodents scuttle out of their hay filled homes and frolic in the fields. Yet in the moonlight the owl is also spying over their domain and closely watching the poor unsuspecting creatures. This reflects what is happening, directly outside the wide expanse of your half draped window. The moonlight has entered...