Welcome readers to the latest installment of Grounded in Toronto. It is helpful though not essential to read the prior installments. Camille - works for international pharma company. Confident, attractive business woman in her 30's, single. Eleanor - well known author of lesbian themed fiction. Bisexual. Long honey blond hair usually worn up in a chignon...
Hi! :) First of all, thank you for the amazing support I received on my first story! I wasn't thinking on making a part 2, but I'll see what I can do ;D As usual, don't read this if you're under 18. All characters in this story are over 18. Feel free to comment, like, rate and favourite. All feedback is greatly appreciated :) * * * * * I can't pinpoint...
My name is Barbara and I am from somewhere on Canada's east coast. I got married at age 23 and had three wonderful children, two boys with a girl between them. She always insists she is the rose between two thorns! However my life changed very significantly after my youngest son left home. There was nothing left to tie me so I left too. My husband and I alth...
"May I give you my phone number in case you change your mind?" My hand falters as I begin to zip up my suede jacket. Mind and body screamed yes, but I hear myself say no. A sly, knowing smile appears on Semela's beautiful face. "Please come, I always prepare too much food. It will just be my son, husband and myself." After only a brief hesitation I give i...
She cowered on the church steps. Her ivory satin, wedding gown was rumpled and dirty, a white-on-pearl rosebud veil tumbled off her straggling hair. A bouquet of wilting pink roses and baby's breath lay upside down beside her scuffed, silken slippers. "C'mon honey," a woman, wearing a blush-pink, bridesmaid dress, whispered while tugging at a non-responsive...
I woke up with a pounding heartbeat. Today was the day. After a long hiatus, it was time. My name is Megan and that's the only detail I will ever share. On the surface I'm pretty much your regular soccer-mom. I have a great family, a home and the whole nine yards. But a lesser known fact is that I'm a closet Bi-sexual. For the past few years I've been living...
TRIO PART TWO. Mistress Agnes. When I sent her off on that Monday morning I was immediately full of doubt. What if it all went wrong? What if this Marie girl was the office gossip and word got out about our lifestyle? As you might judge I was anxious to find out. When I got home from work that Monday evening Sherri was already there, her car parked in its...
Sarah shimmied, contorted, and twisted as she worked herself into her stretchy, skin-tight, leopard-print, tank, mini dress. She managed to get the bottom hem pulled down over her beautiful, round, and very naked ass. She didn't wear a bra or panties, the dress was too tight. For that matter even her pubic hair would have made an impression on the dress if s...
Going home is always hard for me. This time, it was Friday evening, and I was driving into the town I grew up in for my dad's birthday dinner on Saturday. It was his 60th. He wanted "the whole family" here this year- me, my mom, my brother, his wife, and their toddler. This was oil on troubled waters; he and I had always had a rocky relationship when I was a...
I hear O singing in the kitchen and smell bacon and coffee before I open my eyes. OH GOD. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears when I realize that Lana is still naked in my bed. Draped over me. And my room smells like sex. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I lift her arm off of me and put on a t-shirt and some perfume. I walk out and quietly close the door then pad i...