75-year-old female, pathological fracture of the humerus with suspected osteosarcoma. Which is to say: Phoebe's yaya Kalliope, cancer growing in her arm, eating away at the bone until it became weak enough to break as she dug out a garden bed. Phoebe called me on Monday afternoon. I'd just sat down for a catch-up with my manager Susan, having spent the mor...
As always all characters are at least 18 years old and are complete figments of my imagination. Any characters resembling actual people other than myself is pure coincidence. I also want to thank everyone for their comments and encouragement. XOXO Tiff ***** Monday, early morning. Ms. Barrett stood in front of her open closet. She hadn't agonized this b...
After my assault, my life changed a lot. For the sake of the sex diary, I have to fill in some details that I feel really inform the next rungs on my sexual ladder. But I won't bore you with a novel, skip a few paragraphs if you want to get to the good parts. I went through a pretty conventional cycle, now that I look back on it: my first emotions around...
I drove back to my cousin's house, my head filled with the memories of the day. My mind relived making love to, or better still, with, Sonny, the incredible feelings of warmth and satisfaction that almost overwhelmed me, and, of course, the performance of Sonny's next door neighbors, which I found to be so exciting to watch. I'd seen gay videos before but wa...
A week later, Candice asked me to stay after class then invited me to go with her to an Ingmar Bergman movie. I gagged at the title, but cheerfully said, sure. We had a good time, and it was the first of many such good times; movies, plays, art shows, and once even a cocktail party. Of course, I willfully restrained all my sexual impulses and made no advance...
"Hi! Carlene!" Brooke waved across the crowded mall at her friend. It was Saturday morning and Brooke had a lot to do in preparation for college on Monday. First she wanted a pair of sunglasses to go with the Honda she was picking up from the dealership this afternoon. She watched her long time friend stride toward her. Except that they were both nineteen...
An eager young woman prepares to meet her domme * Author's Note If you happened to read Mistress & Charlotte's seven part story entitled, Dinner Party Mystery, then you had the chance to meet Zaheera and her friends. Zaheera is attending the same training program Charlotte did many years ago in hopes of being matched with a domme to take care of, and...
What you see is not what is there. What is there is something else. – Unknown Part One. Valerie Frankie is in one of her preoccupied moods. Valerie concludes that as she lies with her head in Frankie's lap as Frankie studies some papers brought home in her briefcase. It's ten o'clock in the evening and the TV tube is now showing the evening news with the s...
Sorry for the delay. I hope I haven't killed whatever interest readers had in the story. Muriel recalls meeting Ben and Meg. There is FF sex, not that anyone seems to mind that. For those of you game enough to have read the earlier chapters, you'll recall it started as a voyeur/exhibitionist tale, moved into gay sex, then incest and group but always with...
I need to get laid. Badly. It's been nearly four months, and I'm horny as fuck. I don't usually mind the winter dry spell, that time between the holidays and the first sunny days of spring when it's too cold and wet and gray here in Seattle to go out at night. It's a chance to focus on myself, a little enforced me time. Curling up with a good book and a gla...