Hi, my name is T (my husband's label from his prior stories). I'm writing this story about events that transpired about 20 years ago. I'm writing it for the pleasure of remembering a unique time in my life and also to shut up my horny husband who keeps begging me to write a story about my college girlfriend. I guess most men are like my husband and love to...
I was still rainy the next day so I went into town to check the mail. There was a package from the photo lab. In my vehicle, I carefully unwrapped the large picture. I gasped it was so sensual. The printer had outdone herself. The pose, lighting, setting, all were perfect. I'd used the flash to give just a little fill light to soften the shadows. Gloria's bo...
Marilyn Hayes had an important mid-term exam the next day, and knew she had to cram for it, but was too nervous and high-strung to study. She needed to relax, and she knew it, and Marilyn also knew how to do it. She picked up her cell phone and called Susan Crain, a sorority sister and one of her favorite study chums. "Hi, Sue. How ya doin'?" "Not so gre...
The summer was only half over and I missed Shauna. We had been keeping in touch both by phone and e-mail, but I decided a trip to Vegas was in order. I decided to give Shauna a call and ask her if it would be OK. "How about some company one of these days?" "Are you serious?" "I think its time for a little trip. Don't you?" "I can take off whenever I wan...
DeeGee lived a lonely life in the flat, prairie mid-West on a farm with her aunty Em and Uncle Henry since her parents had died in a car crash. Aunty Em was like a mother to her, and her one, faithful companion was her little dog Tatoo. The only other people on the farm were three bumbling farmhands. On her uneventful eighteenth birthday DeeGee felt lonely...
Separated by some 3,000 miles, I wrote several stories for my girlfriend, hoping to keep us in touch and sexually connected. This and other stories are fiction based on her fantasies and written with her as the first person. I tried using details to evoke visions of what the characters would see, hear, feel, smell and taste—something I believe is missing fro...
Several weeks had passed since Lady Rose's very successful lingerie and sex toy party hosted in her Victorian mansion in Piper Point in which Penny had been the centre of sexual activities and focus of attention for some of her Sisters of the Ladies Network. Seven of the guests, including Emily, owner of the Zambesi Dress Boutique where Penny had bought her...
Cleo woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing. Text message. "Fuck," she muttered. Swallowed once. Her mouth was dry, head pounding. All the classic signs of a hangover that was going to last all day. She rolled over and checked her phone. It was from her roommate, Joanna. J: U up? Cleo sighed and started typing. C: Yeah. Super hungover J: Me too. W...
Author's note: This is a companion series to "Pegging Peter" and takes place on the same weekend as "Pegging Peter" Chapters 6 and 7. * * * Tawny woke up in darkness. For a while, she was content to lie there, basking in warm contentment, but she gradually became more aware of her surroundings. She was in a big bed, lying naked on top of the sheets. That...
I was mesmerized the moment I saw her, even from way down the sun-dappled street. I had just moved to Willow Creek, set to do an artist's residence in Donville the coming Winter before I stated art school in London. I was exhausted, ready to get settled in, and a goddess was jumping around in front of my driveway. In late summer, a warm orange glow bounced...