Beth Haverford stood before the Old Master painting, rapt in contemplation. In a clearing of the woods the frozen nymphs were merged in a bacchanal. The scene was some bright-lit Mediterranean isle, but the artist had muted the skies and darkened the verdure so there was a subtle, soothing hint of the somber to the scene. Yet there was no modesty or melanc...
Note to readers: This is a sequel to my story "Sensitive Research." While I had decided to end the story, I have had a number of readers contact me about whether I was writing a sequel, and I found that I missed the characters. So I've decided to write this sequel, which picks up a while after the end of the original tale. There is a brief recap of the earli...
Disclaimer: These characters may resemble the two individuals from XWP. This is an uber story, and it is the first one I have written. The characters I have created are from my own twisted mind. The use of song titles and lyrics are completely the sole property of the respectful artists. Violence: There is some violence. It is a bit graphic but it is minor...
This is a fictional story about adults written for adults no characters are under 18. If you are offended by lesbian sex or erotica please move on. I hope you all have joy this holiday season. Please vote and comment it's your payment for free content. The Best Gift Isolde Delany was celebrating Easter alone again, as she had expected. This was usual for h...
Welcome dear readers, I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoy writing it. Let me tell upfront that this is a long story and that's the reason I decide to publish it in parts. Also want you to know that there is some real long buildup. So anyone looking for some quick sex must be disappointed. I hope you find it worth reading till the end. I...
Author's Note: Another girl/girl love story. Any similarities to one that came before it is intentional/based on what I like. If inclined, the songs referenced throughout are what I listened to while writing it and may help set the mood. The artists, though, bear no responsibility for the sappiness/silliness they inspired. In the Beginning Paige Jeffries w...
Well it's Monday and that means there's a party tonight that Shade and I are going to. One teensie detail: I have no damn clue what it's about. Nor could I get anyone to tell me – not even Stacy. Yes, I was a little annoyed she wouldn't tell me. The oddest damn thing happened that morning. Kelly came into my office and closed the door. It wasn't very long a...
I don't write quickies I believe you have to know the psychology of the people involved. This is fiction if you think you see yourself in this story please contact me as I'm sure we don't know one another. If you lived this, you had fun I bet. The characters are my creations so every thing is consensual. Please rate and give feedback it is how authors improv...
This is the fourth chapter in this series - severely belated, I know and I'm sorry - and mayn't make sense as a standalone piece. Feedback and suggestions welcome! ***** AIWtB4 Mia rolled in her sleep and stretched luxuriously, lost to the world in her post-coital exhaustion. Getting so thoroughly fucked can really take it out of you. But – on a lazy Satu...
Smokey Saga #72: "Eleven" ***** This is semi-adapted from a play script I wrote around the turn of the 2010s. A carbon-copy of that would not work very well as an erotic narrative. Well, it might, but most would find it far-stretched and far-fetched. So I feel what I came up with here turned out better. Hope you like it. Please enjoy, like each time, and...