Continuing the cunning, lingual education of Amanda: floral 'adoral' and a 'De Vere' punishment. * Dear reader, if you have followed Amanda's tribulations thus far, you should know by now that I, Jane Player, love a real sense of ownership. The moment when my conquest gives in to their submissive libido is a very precise joy. Each connection is accompanied...
(I must thank not only patricia51 but also a new friend who appears to have a sense of my overwordiness. Enjoy. And please remember this and only the stories on this site are copyright to me.) The messenger service was different than the usual one we use. The bike rider was directed to my cube and stood by with a flat envelope and a clipboard for me to si...
I have my own landscape design studio. It's quite small since I'm the only employee but the benefits can't be beat. A few years ago, I bid on a renovation design for someone I probably wouldn't have if I hadn't needed the money. Since it was during the winter, I jumped on it because it's good to line up jobs to keep you busy during the summer work months. Or...
Autumn is certainly my favorite time of the year. The weather is cooler. The days are shorter. The leaves are turning into a beautiful array of colors. I find myself on most days now gazing out onto a lake front and watching the sun dip behind the tree line. While most know I live in Charlotte these days, I won't share what lake it is. Just do yourself a fav...
Part 1 "Gee Spot Run" I seem to get into the darndest situations. It all began a couple of weeks ago, when I was jogging in the park and ran across my neighbor, Jane, as she was strolling on the wooded trails. I slowed down to her leisurely pace, and tried to strike up a conversation as I caught my breath from my vigorous workout. She and I have been fri...
Author's Note: Wow, I'm so humbled and flattered by the comments I've received, both public and private. This series is so very dear to me and sometimes, I have to let it breathe for a bit before I wrangle it for y'all. Well, thank you all very much for your patience. Without further ado, the Wound in Time series continues with this installment. I know it's...
He woke her up at a quarter to five in the morning. The sun hadn't risen yet, and in the darkness of their bedroom he slid down beneath the sheets and parted her thighs, and woke her with long, probing licks. She grew wet almost immediately, and he moved over her, slid himself inside her. They kissed deeply, and he placed a hand between their stomachs, his t...
Sunday Morning in early March. I joined the regulars for coffee after a disappointing Saturday night; I hate to be part of a closing crowd, and so I'd left the Paradise Bar with fifteen minutes to go before the bitter end. It's my age, I suppose. As fine as I know myself to be at thirty-five, I just don't feel like competing at singles bars any more. So ther...
I remember when the story began, it was a Tuesday. Cici had just come home and she was very excited. My name is Wendy and Cici is my roommate, my best friend and we're both 20 years old. We're both Bi but prefer men, although we do have sex a lot with each other. We're the only women either of us have ever us has been with. And we're both small women with...
Note: This story was inspired by Khachaturian's Masquerade Waltz, so in an attempt to try something new, I've set it this piece to music. Though the music isn't entirely period correct to New York's Gilded Age where our story takes place, I hope you'll enjoy it all the same. -AG Suggested Playlist: Jazz Suite No. 2: VI. Waltz -- Dmitri Shostakovich (1938)...