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...
"Good afternoon, you must be my 1:00! I'm Elizabeth, but please call me Elle," She says extending her hand. "Have a seat." "Hi Elle," I chuckle nervously as I shake her hand and take a seat on the modern black leather sofa. "It's so nice to meet you! I'm Jennifer, but please just call me Jen." "Hi Jen, the pleasure is mine!" she says sitting next to me....
Smokey Saga #60: "A Night At Millicent's" ***** Sixty! Another Smokey milestone. Enjoy, bibliophiles, this one's for you! Forgive me if I left out anyone's preferred sections laying out this little shop of wonders. This story is dedicated to you, Reader—yes, you; you rock!—and also to any British fans I may have, in particular. This story highlights my Ang...
"You're kidding? Right?" my ex-husband Alan asked incredulously. "Now, why would I kid about that?" I returned the question with annoyance. Alan was temporarily speechless and I could hear him fumbling for the right words. "I'm telling you because when you pick up Alana, Valerie might be there and I want you to be cordial," I stated firmly. Explaining m...
Authors Note: This story was originally written for the Sapphic Erotica Festival. The parameters for the story were that it involved one of the muses and was a lesbian tale. Clia Johansen sat at the very back of the darkened auditorium fighting to keep her eyes open. At the podium Professor Roberts rambled on about Alexander the Great or Hannibal or some ot...
Author's note: this story contains scenes of reluctant sex and coerced lesbianism. ***** "So. What would you do to be a star?" After what I had just learned, the question was my opportunity to show her that I had morals, that I wasn't the type of girl that she thought I was, and that I could say no. "Anything," I replied instead, with no hesitation or hi...
"Separation Desolation -- Chapter Four" Note 1: Please be aware that this story is plot driven and sex is not the central focus. Note 2: The title pretty much describes the tone of this story. For those who are wondering -- there is no way I could title the first story Book I without tipping my hand there would be a Book II. Note 3: In another fairly rad...
FROM THE ASHES I couldn't imagine a more perfect place to be named The Dungeon. I'd heard of this club and the things that went on here. More than just stripping, lap dances and prostitution, this place was also known for B & D, bondage and discipline. After paying the ridiculous cover charge, and taking in the dark, cavernous setting, I was exposed to...
This one is based on a true story... I'm joking, I wish! This is a slow burn story with lots of build-up but I think you'll find it worth your while. I know I did when I was writing it! I would love to hear your reactions - happy reading! * * * * * Against my better judgement, I opened the kitchen cupboard and peered at the shelf that should contain my s...
This story deals with themes of female domination in a lesbian setting; if you are likely to be offended by such material please try a different story. Chapter One I was about five years old when I first began to understand the power and influence I could wield as a niece of the king. I made life a misery for the courtiers who were responsible for me, but...