Jill felt the cool moisture of the mist on the underside of her wrist. She raised it to her nose and took in the pleasing aroma. "Umm, that's a good one," she said in a voice barely audible. She put the bottle back on the display shelf. After rearranging a few other items, she moved on to the next display. She lifted a large, maroon colored candle and snif...
This is a story about a young woman I met in my drawing class last fall. I signed up for the graduate course in life drawing not knowing I'd be falling in lust with the model. That was just too cliché for sophisticated, cynical, detached me. Oh, well. So much for detachment. I saw Pilar for the first time when she modeled for our second or third class of th...
This story follows the Testing of Wendy series but is not directly linked. After Wendy had found out what had happened to her and how she had been betrayed by the men in her life she went off sex with Mark, or any man in fact. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction of being pleasured by her. Deep down she missed it but felt they had no right to treat...
I let myself into her flat with my own key. No doubt she heard me, but nevertheless I crept into the spare bedroom, unslung my rucksack, and began to get undressed. This room is never as well-heated as the rest of the flat, and it was a chilly duty to stand there naked, laying my costume and accoutrements out on the bed. Not only were my nipples standing out...
I got the most amazing massage the other night. I'm a single woman, and I own a company that does public relations. I make a great deal of money and stay at some of the nicest spots in the world. I have gone through at least a dozen men in the last 4 years since I started this company. I was staying at a spa in the desert last week, on business. At the con...
My name is Chiku; I am a beautiful black girl from Africa, Nigeria to be precise. When I was 19 years old, my family moved to England. This was a massive change in culture for a young, attractive African girl. Although educated and very well-versed in English, I had always revered English girls. My ancestors had told me stories of colonial life during the...
Chapter 3: Bridgette's Story God I was over the moon at the prospect of spending the night (maybe the weekend) with lovely Ashleigh. She had taken me to the height of sexual bliss, the likes of which I had never known before, and I was infatuated with her. To hell with Phil, my boyfriend, for the weekend, I wanted to be with her. We Finished showering toget...
Kymona POV It's been a week and three days since Jazmine and I found out that she had a miscarriage. After her surgery, I had her move in with me until she fully recovered. She hasn't said a thing and has barely moved to do anything since she's been here. There is a lot I want to say to her, but I don't know where to begin. I could talk to her about us, but...
THWACK! The dart entered the center red circle and my opponent groaned in defeat. I had closed out everything and had about 100 points on top of it. Not bad for a female at almost 2:00 am with about ten mudslides- with- an- extra- shot- of- vodka wreaking havoc in her system. I had come to this dirty little biker bar in the weirdo- hippie- punk- rock- freak...
Coming out of the shower, water cascades off my body. I shiver from the cold, grabbing a big fluffy towel for the time being. "She left the window open again!" I thought to myself as I glanced at the bathroom window while walking out into the hall area. Walking past a huge floor to ceiling mirror running the length of the large hallway, I saw the toned fig...