Anne couldn't hide her nervousness when she shown into the window-less room by the older woman. She had no real idea what to expect. It contained a massage table, as she imagined, and a shower recess in one corner, but the other was occupied by a large spa tub. The lighting was low yet bright enough to pick out the pink tones in the piles of fluffy towels on...
Cynthia Anderson looked down at the body of her best friend and lover, Anne Banner. Anne lay in a plain, white hospital bed with her eyes closed. Her right arm held an intravenous feed of glucose and an automatic blood pressure machine. An oximeter was on her middle finger, and the wire ran to a large machine that automatically displayed the oxygen content i...
As Wanda Catron drove home that Sunday morning, she was a very confused woman. Her emotions were pulling at her, her mind was in turmoil as it thought about the events of the day, and she really needed someone to talk to. The problem was, the one who threw her mind into turmoil was her best friend and lover. Wanda had been seeing her former high school Engl...
Carol had been looking forward to the weekend seminar in a remote seaside resort town that she had never visited previously. The seminar was aimed at a group of middle aged professional women, most of whom came from 'suburban marriages', and who were unused to the privilege of weekends away from household routines. Extreme disappointment was the best way to...
Anne stared at her reflection in the full length mirror in Lucy's kinky bedroom (there were handcuffs, floggers, dildos and ropes scattered about it randomly) and could not quite believe what she looked like and that she was about to go out in public like this. On her feet were a really slutty pair of ridiculously high heeled shoes, moving up the only other...
It had been a sordid start to the night, even by our standards. The sisters' hands were trembling as they sat gingerly down at the table, both of them surely hyper-aware that they were sitting in an upmarket restaurant with hard plastic objects inserted up their assholes: objects that they had just shared with their sister, with all that entailed. It was ir...
Author's note: thanks for all the positive feedback. I'll keep this story going for as long as people are interested! Enjoy. The situation only grew more turbulent. Melinda knew she had no hope of escaping during the altercation, and frustration fueled arousal as Anne pushed things further. The taller, more physically capable woman dragged Melinda a few...
(This is the third part of the story of Anne and her babysitter Jen. Thanks again for all the kind comments.) * Anne and Jen kissed lovingly while they embraced. Jen scooted down so that her face was even with Anne's breasts. She kissed them softly as she nuzzled her head between them. Anne stroked her hair gently thinking of how wonderful and loving this...
The next morning, Anne woke up and looked at her sleeping husband and wanted to get her workout in. She texted Cindy and informed her she was running on the treadmill and asked for permission to get dressed, she waited for an answer and decided she couldn't wait any longer and would run naked. She went down to the treadmill in the basement where she slipped...
Hey, everybody! It has been a little while since I posted anything to the site. Unfortunately I had hit a serious case of writer's block on the Girls of Manchester series of stories. I am still working on them, and have gotten quite a bit of work done on that particular series. I am happy to say that there are three stories in that series that are in the wor...