Chapter 1 2050 Southwest state of fear and lust The skies opened, a dark veil of heavy rain turned the hot pavement into a steam bed in the late summer heat of the suburban mall. Nina scampered to her beat up Toyota gas electric hybrid at the far end of the parking lot and threw the bags of clothing and perfumes into the rear seat. Rivulets of water stre...
It was a typical Saturday morning when the phone rang. It was Andrea, my best friend. Just a couple of weeks before we found ourselves locked together in passion and I discovered the bisexual side of myself. Or should I call it the lesbian side because I still don't want to share those feelings with the man in my life. I had constantly been thinking of how w...
I hate elevators. The way they bounce along their cables creeps me out. Mostly, I hate elevators because I get stuck in a small space with unfamiliar people in my bubble. Today I had the pleasure of sharing a lift with a middle-aged bald man getting off on seven. Well, I wasn't sure if he would be getting off tonight, but we were at a hotel, so the probabi...
The house was a narrow townhouse on a shadowed street. It looked oddly pinched and out of place, though the address, 232 Cathedral Street, was precisely correct. Betty knocked on the door. The wind whipped her blonde ponytail in a sudden gust that caught the hem of her knee-length blue sundress as well. "Enter," a woman's voice called, and the door was clo...
Annabelle Martins had never missed a night of bingo in the length of her marriage to my father so we changed our plans, taking our flights on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and reserving the usual party night for a little clandestine activity. I didn't go back to Ryan's apartment until I was certain that he was out for awhile and after I'd collected my stuf...
Your name is Allison, and you're from Orange County, California. Yes, that Orange County. A few weeks ago, your parents went away on a vacation in Florida, so you had the house to yourself for a whole week. You never expected them to trust you there alone, but they did, and you were thrilled. You called up your friends and invited them to a party, despite yo...
When I got out of the shower the next morning, dripping and steamy, I called to Ann-Marie: "Did you finish making the bed and setting my place for breakfast, Ann-Marie?" "Yes, I did, Mistress." "Good. Now come in here like I told you." The bathroom door creaked open, and Ann-Marie entered on her hands and knees, naked, with her eyes cast downward and her...
If you have read our previous stories you will know that we are swingers, using a sauna type swingers club as well as more recently swinging at home, determined to push the boundaries of our sexuality. I love being the submissive slut wife and Gary knows my tastes so well, with him in control I had no guilty conscience and over several years on the scene we...
This is the final instalment in the Salt & Vinegar series. It's also a bit longer, so settle in. While the other chapters are stand-alone stories, this one ties together many of the threads from the previous three. I suggest reading them first if you haven't done so already. Thanks to Warrior_Wolf once again for her valuable editing work. Enjoy. --------...
Now, this what college was supposed to be about. Oh, sure, Lisa wanted an education so she could eventually become a forest ranger in the Rockies or an expert in white-water rafting so she could take a job navigating the rapids of North Carolina. But she didn't want to just get out of southern Indiana just for an education in books. She wanted experience....