Note: This is part two of the short series that began with Marilyn. Apologies that it's taken so long to post. This part will make more sense if you've read part one first. All characters are over the age of 18. As usual comments, observations and suggestions are welcome either by posting here or email. Many thanks for your previous encouragement. _________...
"Blood is stronger than Law. One does not argue with Blood." -Anzaki Proverb Note: The Anzaki people were thought to be the first practitioners of blood magic. Scholars speculate that they were the progenitors to the Maji. The smells of spring, of pristine woodland and flowers ever in bloom took up residence in Emily's nostrils as she surveyed the th...
Edited by Todger65 It had been a week since I had seen Mandy. Last weekend was amazing and we had a really good time thanks to Jim, Alex and Paul. I couldn't wait to see Mandy again, so I decided to invite her and a few girl friends over Saturday night for a girl's night in. I gave the girls a call and they were all very keen to get together. Before I kne...
(The characters in this story are entirely fictional and have no connection with any persons living or dead.) I had these lovebirds, two of them. They were the cutest things. Mostly green, with a spots of red on their heads. I'd keep them out on the back patio on days when the temperature wasn't too hot or cold. They loved it out there. One day I looked ou...
She pushed me down hard onto the worn wooden bench of the little train, snapping the rough rusting safety bar tightly across my escape. My clasping hands gripped tightly as the other children screamed in fear and trepidation. Stuttering forth towards the dark cobweb covered tunnel, amidst the hysteria of childhood wonder and tears, I turned, arms outstretche...
Palace of Versailles, 1742... The gilded halls and opulent splendor of the palace had attracted the elite nobility that the King of France had hoped. They poured into the palace ballroom, dancing gracefully as the well trained orchestra played. Silk and satin dervishes of color filled the room as couples spun to an energetic waltz, while others conversed c...
I stood at the entrance of my old job the restaurant that I used to spend 60- 70 hours a week at. The chefs even called me OT as a nickname to tease me about all the overtime I got when I was there. A couple of things where stopping me from going into the restaurant I left almost 3 years ago. One of them was would anyone even remember me let alone recognize...
This story, and all my stories, contain real and fictional characters from long ago memories and from recent events in my life. My stories are memoirs spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by nature in most relationships, sometimes extremely submissive in sex. If you like kinky mature bi women I hope you will like my stories and please comment, t...
We were fresh out of the shower. I had managed to shower without getting my hair wet. That's quite a trick - it's too long to easily do that. The last time I wrote, she dried MY hair. I don't wash mine every day. It's too long for that. Bathtub or shower, we always bathe together. 'Save water...bathe with a friend' and all that. As long as you don't end up...
This story is about forced lesbian sex; if this doesn't interest you then don't read it. * Rachel had just gotten home from work and was exhausted, her days had been growing longer and longer and she just needed a break. She has been working as an apartment manager for about 5 years and she loves what she does, but it is one of the most stressful industrie...