Six months had passed, and Phoebe had transferred to another office on the other coast. It was a beautiful Monday morning in June, sunny and warm but not oppressively hot. Brittany stepped out of the elevator in her olive green sundress and sandal wedge heels, a light layer of sweat from her morning commute helping the dress cling to her every curve. The tal...
I love to wake up and find my baby asleep with her back to me, lying on her side, her top leg bent at the knee, her hips leaning over a bit. I scooch against her and caress her curves, then rub her ass, squeezing it a little. My fingers slide along her inner thighs and I watch for her breathing to deepen. I let one finger slide through her pussy...her body...
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only hum...
The following story is based on actual events in my life. Everyone is 18 years old or older. Please send comments as I want to become a better author. ***** Like many who post stories on here, I knew I was different, long before I knew why. When the other girls started to go boy crazy, I felt as if I missed the class that day about romance with the opposi...
I got home from work at the usual time. Another long day of sweat and dealing with belligerent people was coming to an end. The sun was closing in on the mountain peak just across from my house. I was happy to be home, ready to shower, and eager to spend time with my wife. "Baby, I'm home." My call from the front door went into an empty house. No one yelle...
Isobel Ford glanced back and forth from her stopwatch to the runners coming around the final curve. She started calling the times out to her assistant, who's own gaze was darting back and forth from her notebook to the numbers pinned on each runner's chest as the members of the girl's track team thundered down on them. For a moment, Isobel faltered, her att...
(This is a sequel to my story "Elegance". I don't think its absolutely a requirement to have read that one although I obviously wouldn't mind.) Oh my god, its HER. My breath catches so suddenly I have to put out a hand to the wall and steady myself. My right hand of course. My left hand is holding my Champagne glass and although I want to catch her attentio...
(This is the fifth story about my black butch female "Serena". Butches are as complex as any other human being. Some feel that they are men trapped in a woman's body. Most don't. They don't stand around hitching up their overalls and spitting tobacco while whistling at feminine women. Well, most of them don't. Like most of them, Serena is comfortable in who...
Ryan tipped the cabbie and entered her building in the Mission. She trudged up the steps to her second floor apartment, rubbing her eyes. Goosebumps could still be seen on her arms, damp and chilled from the rain. The Victorian was quiet and Ryan tried to respect the time by unlocking her door without disturbing the silence. She closed the door carefully beh...
The car turned onto Winter street and Sasha felt her pulse quicken as a hundred different emotions swirled in her head. She tried to think up an excuse to duck out quickly but she convinced herself it would be better to humor her new boss. Natalie pulled the car around to the back of the Rosebud and produced a tube of lipstick from her purse. She traced a t...