Smokey Saga #75: "Squeal II: The Art Of The Sequel" ***** The consensus re: the original story "The Art Of The Squeal" (Saga #63) was that a sequel indeed be in order. So while it may have taken me a while to get around to it, here it is. If you liked the playful bondage and torment elements in the original, I'm sure you'll be fond of and pleased with this...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **This story has not been edited. It has been run through Spell Check. If reading a story that has not been edited bothers you, please hit the 'Back Space' key on your keyboard. *** You don't start off at nineteen an hour, Ryan; you work your way up to...
Chapter One (Thursday 17th October 2002) Heather had spent most of the morning secretly planning ahead. She should have been listening to her lecturers and tutors but, although she attended classes in body, her mind was elsewhere. Memories of last night with Viola featured prominently. Looks-wise the girl was somewhere between Whitney Houston and Naomi Ca...
Here, dear reader, for your pleasure and enjoyment, is my entry for the Winter Holidays Story Contest 2014. My thanks, as ever, to my wonderful editor Winterreisser for his careful and thoughtful work in correcting, honing and perfecting the story. As this is a competition entry, please do take a moment to rate this story as it is your votes that determine...
It was her father's idea to name her that, since his last name was Day. Back then, it was a cutesy thing to do, though in the beginning Holly wasn't too sure about that. Eventually, however, she liked it as it always reminded her of better days and a happier way of life. Holly and I had been best friends ever since grade school. With reddish brown hair tha...
Author's Note: This is a story about Leigh, a girl who doesn't know what she wants, and a woman who is just too much. After being urged to set herself free, Leigh learns about all the different ways to leave a lover. Drop Off The Key is my contribution to the 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover event. ** We descended a narrow set of wooden stairs, the steps bare...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned: expect to find mistakes. *.* Next to Dauber's General Store in Great Oak, Texas was a small dirt alley. Someone had placed a fat log, nearly tw...
The following story tells the tale of a true life transformation. The Saga is one of self discovery,and of sexual and physical growth in a shocking, yet erotic world of bodybuilding. I welcome your comments and opinions as long as they are supportive and positive. My head hung low as my body felt a sudden, friendly warmth encircle my womb. Hot scalding brea...
I'm often asked if I moved to Brisbane because of small town homophobia. A lot of people remember the nineties and the devastating suicide rates amongst gay and lesbian teenagers in country towns, and assume that if you're not in a metropolitan city, life as a queer person is shit. Thankfully, I was spared the fate of cruel parents and largely spared the tr...
Melissa straightened the collar of her suit coat and steeled herself for the inevitable inappropriate comments as she climbed onto the bus. The swampy Southern air was awfully hot for a coat, and she had been sorely tempted to leave it in her car. But there was no way she was joining Mr. Morahan's brood of investors -- rich, entitled older men one and all, a...