March 14th, 2012 Dear Diary, It's been over a week since my girlfriend Britt and I reconciled at Billy (douchbag!) Fredrickson's kegger. Since that night, we have been fucking like rabbits in a Viagra test lab. Experimenting with kink charting well into unexplored sexual territory for either of us, we keep getting deeper in this together as we push the bou...
Denise's car followed mine home after work. She was behind me as I fumbled my keys in the lock of my apartment but didn't say anything until we were inside. She sat her purse down on the bar that separated my kitchen from my dining room and announced, "I like your apartment, Betty." She hesitated a moment and spoke again, "I know I was pretty aggressive at w...
Chapter One (September 1997) Angie hadn't been in the Union Bar until now. Months ago, when she'd visited and been shown round the campus it hadn't been open; nor had any of the three other bars on site. If memory served her correctly, the Union wasn't the biggest student drinking venue but it had looked the most promising. So here she was. And seen now,...
With only twenty minutes left to her shift, Isabelle Alvarez turned an experienced eye to the number of people standing on her checkout line and how many items each had in their shopping cart. The thirty-two-year- old had worked at the Stop 'N' Save long enough to be able to judge how long it would take to handle each customer and decided that the young moth...
The characters in the following story are my own, created for my story "The Adventures of Ultra Woman and Mega Girl." I thought it might be fun to take them out for a bit more fun. * "Damn, who could that be at this hour?" Abigail Stone thought as the phone by her bed rang mercilessly. Normally a phone call, even at this late hour, wouldn't have bothered...
Aud still lay healing, fitful sleep doubtlessly disturbed in frustration at reconciling herself to her new station as a slave. I could never accept such a thing myself, but a werebeast's needs are different. Like Haydee, the selkie craved her gilded cage deeply, far more deeply than freedom. Maybe even so deep that she could deny it to herself, even as she e...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part...
Carpe diem - Book 2 Prologue -- Anne-Marie's story As a sensitive girl, her mother's drilling on the social graces had been seen as a criticism of her very nature. In order to please her, Anne-Marie had buried her feelings. She had played the role required of her, been the perfect little society girl, but, deep down, she had never been happy. This wasn't h...
Welcome once more, mes amies, to Smokeyville—your comfy little cubby hole for tasty Sapphic sexual torment and heartwarming romance. You're looking well. No, I did not lose control of my bladder; I'm just happy to see you. We've just passed a few sort of "milestone" Smokey Sagas...I don't know why I'm saying "we," since I've always written and edited these...
Author's Note: I'd just like to say thank you to everyone who wrote me after my first two chapters encouraging me to write this third one. It's been a long time coming but it's finally here and I hope it's the best one yet. If you haven't read the first two chapters I highly recommend it so this chapter will make much more sense. And please, if you have any...