I stood in my bedroom trying to bring my mind back to the here-and-now. Barely two weeks after Gary had given me the most incredibly sexual experience of my life I stood in my bedroom holding onto Jordan's dress, tights and bra. I reached down to pick up her panties from where she had shucked them off before climbing into my shower. I knew full well what I i...
The Plan Week 2 Katherine sat at the breakfast table, recovering from the night before. Her legs were up on the table, either side of her breakfast plate. Leaning back in her chair, Katherine stifled a moan, as she was relieving herself of tension. Her skirt was rolled up on to her lap, her panties were pulled to one side, as she plunged two fingers, sque...
What is reality? What is fiction? Isn't all writing ultimately autobiographical? At least, shouldn't good writing seem that way? In the end, does it matter as long as it's a good story? My wife and I made love this morning, and afterward she brought me a cup of coffee in bed. (Have I ever mentioned that she is wonderful?) While we snuggled together,...
Fall, in Louisiana, was actually a full season I was to find out. Fall, back home in Minnesota, could be as short as four weeks before we'd get slammed with our first taste of cold and snow. Not so in N'awlins, I was so pleased to discover; Fall, an actual three month season, who knew? As Fall inched its way through October, things were going just dandy in...
Part the Fifth: In Which the Lady Esme Winterblossom, By This Time Most Firmly Resolved To a Life of Sapphic Piratehood and Utter Unladylike Dissolution Aboard the Vessel of Miranda, Makes a New Friend Among Miranda's Captives, Endures Battle at Sea and The Loss of One Most Dear To Her, and Receives a Surprising Honor From the Infamous Miranda Herself. * *...
Morning came quickly, too quickly. I woke up to Terry bringing breakfast in to the bedroom singing, "Morning, time to get up." "Already," I said still half a sleep. Terry sat the try on the table next to the bed and poured coffee and started feeding me an omelet the way I liked it. With mushrooms and cheese. Though she took the first bite out of the omel...
Note: These characters are fictional. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ***** It was a cool morning in Montreal when Stephanie Moureaux ran out on to the practice pitch. Her form was lithe and agile with lightly tanned skin. It was covered by the distinctive French football uniform, navy blue shorts an...
As soon as I stepped out of class I cursed myself for not bringing an umbrella. California weather had proven to be impossible to predict, and the jeans and light button-up boy shirt that I wore on the sunny walk to class were about to leave me frozen and drenched on the walk back. Last thing I needed was to get sick on my first week of college. "Not exactl...
Continuing the saga of Sylvia's conversion to a Lesbian lifestyle, and her subjugation by the exotic Susana, that started under 'Calandria' – for technical reasons now under my new author-designation. Nobody in this story is under 18. My mistress's house felt quiet, with Paloma and Adela no longer in residence, and Lucy, the new Chinese maid, still feelin...
Happy Halloween! I know it's been a while since I posted (shit, like a year, huh? Oops) but I decided to write this quickie for Halloween because who doesn't like a good, free ghost story? Huge thank you to E, who edited this in record time because I decided to wait last minute to actually write it. I hope you all enjoy! Thanks for reading. J * The last...