Chapter 1. Small quantities of love-tunnel oil splashed out of my hole; slowly, hotly, meandering down over the taught orb of my lower buttock. I could see my coral-colored, puckered, bung-hole blinking spasmodically in the reflection of my bedroom-closet mirror; constricting erratically in anticipation of what I was thinking of doing to it. Secrets from m...
The grueling, exhilarating, trip of a lifetime continued with no end in sight. I toured the European offices of LVMH with their Vice President of Human resources, Mr. Renaud. He had become rather fun to be with despite being a handsy old letch at times. He really was quite harmless and easy to manipulate with a wink and a smile and some harmless flirting. A...
Note that the following events took place in 1981, long before there was any "Don't ask, don't tell" policy in place in the military. Being an active lesbian was risking your career, especially for an officer. Note, too, that the minimum drinking age in Georgia was lowered to 18 in 1972, just before the events depicted in the flashback scenes. *** I'm fly...
One Halo, Two Wings, And An 'A' Thursday, May 16th, 1991, 2:03 p.m. "Karen Boswell?" "Here." "Ricky Burke?" "Yeah." "Angela Cadwick?" "Present and accounted for!" 20-year-old Angela—who preferred but did not demand to be called Angie—liked to announce her attendance in such a fashion. When the semester opened and she did so, pockets of classm...
Brianna Miller rested her head against the glass window in the back of the van as she watched the rain pour down in torrents. 5pm on New Year's Eve and she was driving through some backwoods town looking for a crummy hotel in a horrible rainstorm. With her head throbbing and aching back, she bitterly reflected on how a day that held so much promise was now e...
Author's Note: As promised, here is chapter 5, a very direct continuance of chapter 4. And, as always, I love to hear from you guys in any way, so feel free to write me. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 5: Take Off I was honestly expecting Ms. Vega's home to be massive. It wasn't small by any respect, but it wasn't it's own gated mansion either. It was simply a la...
On October 27, 2002 the Los Angeles Times reported the creation of a new force in the War against Terror. Its name was the Proactive Pre-emptive Operations Group, otherwise known as P20G. Allegedly, its sole purpose was to provoke terror cells into action, and then swoop down on them with almost split second timing just moments before they committed an atroc...
Publication of any and all trademarks contained herein are not authorized by, associated with, nor sponsored by the trademark owners. ~~~ "Oh God, Kira! Kira, please! Please don't stop!" Kira Summers grinned as she pressed her soft lips to her lover's thick, dark nipples. She groaned as she drew the stiff peak into her mouth. The Monday morning Miami sun...
Brooke's eyes slowly opened and it took her a moment to realize she wasn't waking up in her own bed. She was lying on her side, her hand clasped over someone else's arm, which in turn was wrapped around her mid-section. Moving herself ever so slightly, Brooke felt another body spooning hers and a soft breath fell at the back of Brooke's neck. The room was da...
*** This series was awarded Best Lesbian Story, as well as Most Literary/Genre Transcending Story in the 2019 Reader's Choice Awards. Thank you to all who voted. *** Welcome friend, to Chapter Three. If you haven't read Chapters One and Two, you'll be lost. I mean, really lost. Friends don't let friends be lost. As usual, I've updated the Spotify playlist...