Lisa sipped her strawberry daiquiri amid the raucous pub and glanced at her watch realizing she had been waiting patiently among the loud partying spring breakers for almost an hour. She stared at her half empty glass with a somber dejected look and stepped off the bar stool. She made her way over to the front where the Hawaiian shirt bartenders served vario...
"I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus..." These familiar holiday lyrics, sung by a Caribbean reggae singer, sounded so amazing that I couldn't imagine listening to anything else at that moment. I decided to take a break from mingling and take it all in. High above myself and the other holiday partygoers, the atrium ceiling lit up with the shine of hundreds of ti...
The next couple of weeks consisted mostly of grooming and riding. Maggie met a guy and started hanging out with him rather than working for Jolene. That meant I got twice as much work along with more riding time. Jolene would come out and talk with me more than when Maggie was around. I found out she'd inherited her home from her parents; she had a busines...
Christine Malone was conducting a meeting of her executive team in her corner office. As the President of Malone Financial, she led a prestigious financial services organization that had been founded seventy three years ago by her grandfather. After her father stepped aside two years ago, Christine took the reins of one of the largest privately-held financia...
I entered the house and called out "Hello?! I'm here!" I set my bag on the floor by the door, bending to pet the kitty squad that greeted me in lieu of my friend's absence, I said "Hi Broley." He meowed his greeting, rather pleased with himself at being first to get attention, and twisted himself between my legs while the others jostled for prime petting p...
**This story contains bisexual-male themes, though the content is lesbian. You've been warned.** Erotic spasms shook through her body. She was grinding and yearning against naked male forms, her body slick all over with sweat and her own juices. They were pressed against her; an arm wrapped around, a hard chest, cocks sliding against her torso, jabbing her...
"Why do we have to join a sorority, anyway?" Lisa whined to her friend. "They do mean things like hitting pledges with paddles, isn't that right? Shelly told me it was all very humiliating!" "Yes," responded Lori, "but Shelly was a Zeta-Gamma. You and I are pledging Phi Kappa Alpha, which is exclusively for female athletes, so I seriously doubt we'll have t...
Fleur's story. Hi there. I guess by now you'll have read what the others have written, and you'll know who I am. Can I just say that I totally recognise the old me from the last story. I don't think it's a very flattering portrait of me but its where I was and who I was at the time. A bit of a party animal, always up for a good time. I've changed since then...
It wasn't the red checked shirt that caught her eye that afternoon as she slung a saddle over the metal rail, nor was it the long blonde hair blowing in the wind that had sprung up a few hours ago. It was the look in her eyes that caught and held her attention for a moment in time, there was a hint of longing, a quiet desperation that reminded her of home. H...
My name is Joann McCabe but my friends call me Jo. I used to live in New York but my husband died from a long illness a couple of years ago and I now decided to make some changes in my life, so I moved to Tarpon Springs, Florida, the nudist resort capital, and since I have no children and really no family to speak of, this was the right time. I was lucky eno...