This was originally part of Passion In Control but I thught it made a good short story in its own right. Hope you like it - do tell me if you do! ************************* 8 o'clock on the dot I arrived at Diane's studio. I was greeted at the door by the hairstylist who whizzed me straight into his room where he immediately put me at ease with his lively c...
It was a warm sunny day. In fact, the weather had been wonderful for several days. The sun poured through the slats of the Venetian blinds across the polished teak desk in Joanne's outer office, where she was sitting reading the screen of her computer. The sales office was quiet. It was lunch-time and most of the staff were out, or closeted in their office w...
I was sitting alone at the bar nursing my rum & coke when I saw her making her way across the room towards me. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. Long, jet black, curly locks framed the face of an angel, and a jersey dress of deep magenta clung to her every curve. The scent of her intoxicating perfume filled my nostrils and I felt h...
As I pull into the driveway, I feel the butterflies return to my stomach. We've hung out before, fooled around before, but every time I see her, I get butterflies. I sit in the truck for a minute, remembering the last time I saw her. I can feel myself getting wet as I remember how her hands felt on my breasts, her breath on my clit. I shake myself out of my...
From the first time Hodan Osman laid eyes on Yolanda Jones, one fine day in the Carleton University atrium, she knew that Yolanda was something else. They were two tall, attractive young Black women from different parts of the world, yet they felt drawn to one another. Women who love women spot one another by looking into each other's eyes, that's essentiall...
Please forgive me for publishing something with such few words. I wrote it as part of a love letter. My Mistress like it so much she has insisted that I send it to you as well. ******************************** Across the long grass to the sea. Down the steep path, me in flip-flops ('thongs' actually coz we are in Australia). Across the shingle with its pie...
Allison is blind-sided by her first lesbian experience. I was just beginning to feel the effects of the wine. It was my second glass, and it rested on my knee as I sat on the plush leather sectional sofa. The sitting room was elegant-quiet and comfortable with a large window wall to my right, looking out into a small enclosed courtyard, tastefully planted a...
(A couple of heart warming ladies share more than just a love and a concern for defenceless animals. I was doing some freebie handyman work for a local shelter when an impressed vet told me their story) Teresa Howard scoured the hot, almost molten landscape one last time, her squinting eyes straining against a blinding, furnace like sun. "Let's not give up...
Hi all :) A bit of a direction change from parts 1 & 2. I'm not quite ready to take this series to its, seemingly, obvious conclusion just yet ;) If you're new, I would suggest reading the first two parts, but it's not a must-do! Anyway, please enjoy! ***** I sat outside Liz's office and waited for her to arrive. My stomach felt a little on edge. I was...
I enjoy working late. I am a transcriptionist, and can get more done when the hub-bub of a packed law office has quieted. One thing though, this old office building is about as tightly insulated as a bridge, and creaks as badly as my forty-mumble year old knees. I find myself getting up from my desk at least once an hour to see if somehow an earthquake ha...