First off, let me tell you a little about myself. I'm . . . older. Don't ask my age, it's impolite, rude really, but I will tell you I graduated high school in the early 70s. That should tell you all you need to know. The good thing is I've never looked my age, Whenever I went out to a bar or club I got asked for my ID until I was in my 30s, where the peopl...
Please note, all characters and events depicted are fictitious. All rights reserved. This is a longer story, with some build up. Comments welcomed, indeed encouraged. I'd like to think my writing is improving -- I hope you agree. The usual disclaimers about copyright, age appropriateness and state laws apply. * Samantha Jones plopped herself down on the...
Chapter 3 It's usually pretty easy to tell how a pitch is going once you start. Sometimes you know how it's going to go just based on how the clients greet you and what room they put you in. If they've come into the meeting with a preexisting idea of their agency of choice, the pitch doesn't even really matter. And that can be really fucking maddening. Thi...
Introduction Hello, it's me again: everyone's favourite cartoon-faced snub-nosed, sexy-specs wearer. Yes, you've all got it: Davina here, reporting for duty once more, ready to spill juicy secrets that for decency's sake perhaps should be kept behind closed blinds. No, make that "ready yet again"! After another lengthy break I am back in the mood to tell...
Introduction: A Guide to the Pronunciation of Names: I give you this pronunciation guide of person and place names just as a helpful reference if you wish to use it. If not, just enjoy reading this erotic, sensual story and not bother with name and place pronunciation. Those Amazons certainly had difficult names to pronounce, but I doubt if they were diffic...
(Thanks as ever to Lisa Jones for her advice and encouragement; and for playing severely practical warm-weather Shackleton to my airily romantic Scott.) Miss Burns retrieved the two bags of shopping from the car and carried them in through the front door of the cottage she shared with Miss Weston. The smell of burning bread alerted her as soon as she went...
Author's Note: There is archeological and written historical evidence to confirm that women fought as gladiators. While many were slaves from conquered territories, women from all classes of Roman society fought in the Coliseum and just about every arena in the Roman Empire. A carved relief from the 1st century AD depicts two female gladiators with shields...
Author's Notes: Sex scenes are bookended with "~~~" for those uninterested in plot. For those interested in plot, I don't recommend this continuation chapter as a standalone piece. There's a geek check hidden in the text for my geekier friends to find if they want. And, as a redheaded little gay girl, I did irrationally hate Fred Wright. Special thanks to...
This is my Oscar moment, don't worry though, the music will rush me off quite soon. This story is continued from the first chapter which you really should read to appreciate the story but what the fuck, it's your life, right? (If you haven't read the first chapter, this'll just be an empty, shallow & meaningless fuck, so turn right around & march y...
This is the second installment of this story. If you haven't already, I suggest reading "A Suburban Shift" first, before reading this one. Thank you and I hope you enjoy! ***** Madelyn Prescott was in a rush. But, being busy and on the move was nothing strange for the 42 year old mother of two. Today had all the usual chores- the gym, getting her husband a...