"What's next then?" Amy asked. Quinne raised an eyebrow as she tugged on her pantyhose, her face settling on a casual smirk. "What more are you after?" Quinne responded. Amy had pushed the question to the back of her mind during the last few days, and had been completely blank while she had been tied down. She couldn't avoid thinking about it now – she h...
It was never a fantasy of mine, when going to the cinema alone, to leave it any way but alone. If I went to a party, or a bar, or even a sports meet, it was always with that spark of possibility that something would happen. Some attractive stranger would step out of the crowd and whisk me away. Occasionally it even happened. But the cinema was a treat for i...
Tara had texted me the day after Saskia and I ended our fledgling relationship. As I had joined her on the long list of Saskia's ex-girlfriends, she invited me to join her on a Friday night out. I had accepted, mostly out of curiosity. What was I curious about? Me! My sadly brief relationship with the beautiful artist Saskia had been my first lesbian relat...
Authors Note: This series of short stories are intended to be episodic and thus can be read alone. Any feedback, criticisms or improvements are always welcome. The author also invites reader suggestions about what they would like to see Xanthe do next. It had been a long and tiring week at work and Xanthe was looking forward to the weekend, for more than on...
Keys tapped on the keyboard of the laptop, the click clacking becoming a mundane sound in the background to the conversation of the user of said laptop. Fingers flying across the laptop like a pianist plying their trade, not even noticing how fast she worked. Even while frantically tapping away with her work her attention was only half focused on what she wa...
Chapter 3 - Sarah Stretching slowly Jo lifted the covers up to her chin and savored the mental images she had retained from her cinema trip. That fine ripped mans face buried in her pussy as she writhed in agonizing pleasure, she had brushed her teeth before bed but the sweet taste of cum and pussy still lingered at the back of her tongue. She soon became a...
In 1969 I was a bit of a loner. I was an only-child, and at school I was seen as a bit of a swat, more into literature than the latest pop stars, lauded by teachers but mocked and bullied by the other girls. Most of them came council estates whereas we lived in a private house, my dad being a bank manager and my mum a scientist at the local chemistry works,...
After The Conference Karolin stifled a yawn, as she slid into her shoes. The conference had been even more tedious than she'd imagined. Four days trapped in an airless lecture theatre with a world-class selection of bores. At least she was free of that torture for another year. Maybe she could delegate to some grateful Ph.D. next time? It was a pleasing fa...
I can't believe what happened last Saturday night. It was simply the most erotic experience I have ever had, possibly because it came from nowhere. I'd planned a night out with my boyfriend Josh but after listening to him moan all day about how sick he was feeling I decided to let him off and said I'd just go home and have an early night while he recovered....
A local cinema was screening the Jimi Henrix: Woodstock movie, along with some of the unseen Janis Joplin and other rare footage. I was only five at the time of the festival, but being a guitarist, I'm a real Hendrix fan, so at eleven o'clock a few Friday nights ago, there I was lining up to see the man up on the big screen. My friend, Andrea, had been comi...