Lost In England A short story about two young American women on holiday in England. The eldest is a little arrogant and rather fall of herself. The younger one is relying on her older friend to look after her and give her a good time. The holiday is going well until they upset a gang of female bikers. ***** It had been one of those days! Melissa’s holiday...
Jennifer's feet were killing her. It was her forth day in Toronto, evening actually, it was just after 10:00 PM and getting dark. She felt completely drained. She needed to sit down, but the cheap backpacker's hotel she was booked into was filled with over-zealous and over-happy and constantly smiling backpacking tourists with timetables, schedules and itine...
This just wasn't Suzy's night. First, her date with Brad was cancelled after he had to suddenly leave town to go to his grandmother's funeral. Then, her back-up plans to see a movie with her best friend Amy also fell through, following Amy's acquiring food-poisoning that afternoon at the school cafeteria. Her parents were both out of town for the week, and h...
A few weeks had passed since the camping trip. The camping trip where Victoria had experienced her first ever threesome. A threesome with two other women. Not for the first time, Victoria found herself pondering how much her life had changed in just a short period of time. It was only a few months ago that Victoria was a seemingly happily married straight...
The first biker bar she saw did not register as anything but a bunch of motorcycles parked around a seedy looking bar. Then she saw many tough looking females standing around and noticed there were no males. The biker males stayed away from the place after a few encounters with the vicious females but sometimes an unsuspecting male or two would wander in and...
It has been an interesting week. I am really quite surprised by how much has happened and by how well things are going. This story starts the morning after the last ended. Candy and I slept in Max’s special room, both of us very happy to be sleeping together after a week of sleeping alone. Of course we slept in till about noon. We made love shortly after wak...
Daytona. What a cool, magical sounding name for a place. Maybe I feel that way because when I was a little girl I used to sit on my father's lap watching the Daytona 500 on TV with him, and every once in a while they'd even show the motorcycles racing there. My father rode motorcycles. He had quite a few over the years, his favorite being a Kawasaki KZ900....
"Oh, a weekend all to myself," I thought as John and the boys drove off down the street. Just what the doctor ordered, no playing chauffeur, or chef, or any other motherly duties. Just two wonderful days all to myself. With that I decided to start my weekend off with a nice hot bath, and then I would sit back with a good book and relax. At least that was th...
New Rule: Never tell your girlfriend you aren't wearing any knickers! Well that might be a little harsh, so how about be careful who you tell you aren't wearing knickers because what might happen next will change your life! Yea, that's better. Now whether the change is for the good or for the bad depends more on your than your girlfriend! That was the start...
She finished the cold drink in three quick gulps while she looked at the hot, dusty road that cut the tiny town in half. It had been the first stopping place she had crossed in almost three hours of hard riding. The shaded area around the fuel pumps was a relief from the blazing sun that had turned the asphalt soft and scorched the small plants by the roadsi...