Rachel and Janie's Magical Massage, Part 1, A Place to Go... "It's in the loft in that building over there." Says Rachel. Hmm, I think, dark street, old brick building, less than inspiring neighborhood, not to mention it's 10 at night—what's not to worry about. "Rach," I say tentatively, "maybe we ought to think about this? We've both had too much to dr...
Author's warning: There's a lot of talk about hockey in this story and it may be lost on people who weren't raised in the culture. Apologies. If you get through the shop talk there's lesbian sex with a moderate dom/sub element. Enjoy! Chapter 1. Kate loved hockey. That wasn't particularly strange. In Northern Ontario, where the winters brought dozens of...
Last year, I attended my cousin Stephanie's wedding and the entire family turned out to celebrate the occasion. A solo attendee, I wanted to bring Lenka; in fact she was more than eager to go with me... I thought my father's relatives were stuffy and dry, especially the older matrons. I was comfortable with my sexuality but would they be accepting? Usuall...
After The Conference Karolin stifled a yawn, as she slid into her shoes. The conference had been even more tedious than she'd imagined. Four days trapped in an airless lecture theatre with a world-class selection of bores. At least she was free of that torture for another year. Maybe she could delegate to some grateful Ph.D. next time? It was a pleasing fa...
Smokey Saga #60: "A Night At Millicent's" ***** Sixty! Another Smokey milestone. Enjoy, bibliophiles, this one's for you! Forgive me if I left out anyone's preferred sections laying out this little shop of wonders. This story is dedicated to you, Reader—yes, you; you rock!—and also to any British fans I may have, in particular. This story highlights my Ang...
Smokey Saga #62: "Come Out, Come Out..." ***** Here's another lesbian idea suggested by an outside party, in this case a fellow by the handle of PSZer0Dark30. It's a little long, and will take most of it to reach the sex scene, so please do enjoy the rest up till then, and it'll hopefully be worth it. I should also note that if you like my work, and have a...
What is reality? What is fiction? Isn't all writing ultimately autobiographical? At least, shouldn't good writing seem that way? In the end, does it matter as long as it's a good story? My wife and I made love this morning, and afterward she brought me a cup of coffee in bed. (Have I ever mentioned that she is wonderful?) While we snuggled together,...
Alice - Friday, late evening As I sat on the back of the motorcycle alone with my thoughts I could not help ponder the mess I was in. My parents, discovering the military research the university my father worked for was doing took it upon themselves to steal and release evidence forcing an embarrassing shutdown of the program. The one catch was the police h...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. *Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* *.*.* "Again, Mr. Sullivan, your name is not on the lease. Your name is not on ANY the paperwork with Prescott P...
Word Count: 24,643 *** Every step felt like the spot where her knees would fail. Her heels screamed when they smacked the asphalt, a pain that reverberated in her thighs and chest. Autumn was slipping into winter. The cold bit her nose and turned her eyelashes into daggers. Even so, she kept running. Lap twelve was all momentum so when she reached the...