Prologue Today I can't believe I'm smitten by her. Me, a thirtyish professor of psychology at a prestigious liberal arts college—smitten—of all things, by a young counter girl just out of high school. "May I help you, Miss?" she asked in an inviting tone. I stood silent and frozen, staring like a cougar. In her early twenties, the young counter girl loo...
"Look, Carol..." Madelyn Ross had her cell phone cradled against her ear while she flipped pages in her workbook - that was propped against the steering wheel of her mini van - with one hand and held a cigarette with the other. She was parked at a drive-in, arguing with her editor while she waited for her dinner to be delivered. She wasn't making much hea...
*** Week Two *** I woke up Monday morning moaning and shivering. I was confused and dazed until I realized what it was -- I was just at the tail end of an orgasm. I was on my side hugging my pillow. The sheets were soaked with perspiration, my hair was clingy and wet, and I was terrified. I couldn't remember who it was, in my dream, that I had been making l...
This is a long story, 13809 words. It's based on actual events. If you are looking for quick sex then this is not for you. The first chapter simply sets the background. The second gets a little raunchy but you need to wait for chapters three and four to get to the real action. Please enjoy ***** CHAPTER ONE BELL MEETS SUSAN I was standing at the bar of...
I certainly didn't expect to see my babysitter playing with herself while watching lesbian porn on my computer when I came home early. I mean, I wasn't upset at the sight of a nearly naked eighteen-year-old squeezing her titties and fingering her pussy as she watched a video of an older woman spanking a much younger lady but it did catch me by surprise, that...
It was a dark and cold night. Tom could hear the late night noises of central New York City in the distance. There was a smell of dust and abandonment in the old deserted factory. The windows were all cracked or broken. Pieces of glass lay shattered on the dusty floor. The walls were dirty and stained and the paint was peeling off like old skin off a snake....
Two types of people visit gyms before 9 a.m. on Saturdays, Alexandra thought. Committed fitness types and types committed to working off the prior night's alcohol. Alexandra wondered about which category she'd put herself. Perhaps both. It was a pleasing hour: free weights and flexibility, no cardio. She watched her form closely, viewing her body through th...
Author's preamble: This is a fictional story containing graphic descriptions of a sexual relationship between two consenting mature women. Any resemblance between my characters and people in real life is purely coincidental. If material of this nature is illegal where you are viewing it, please surf away now. If this kind of story is in any way offensive...
A very big thanks to CarsonShepherd, Impressive, English Lady and Vella for all of their help! As I was packing my bag to go home, I once again said a silent Thank You to my editor for giving me this assignment. It was Valentine's weekend and I had been filled with dread as I thought about spending it moping around my flat watching television and eating ice...
"So, Boston," said Alexandra. As agreed the previous night, she was behind the wheel of her girlfriend's Wrangler, cruising north toward O'Hare airport. "In November?" "Boston in November," replied the blonde in the passenger seat. "It's not that bad. At least as compared to here, that is." Alexandra fiddled with the heater, adjusting its temperature upwar...