*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft spell-check. You have been forewarned. .-. -..- -..- .-. -..- .-. Joanne 'Joee' Domaingue entered her World Economics class and looked around. She felt a little self-conscious wearing a...
"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...
Author's Note: This is the second installment of this series. Please read chapter one to get the full effect of the story. Thanks for all of the positive feedback. And thank you P&J for giving me this material to write on. Enjoy! * When I awoke the next morning, I had to think about my surroundings and wondered if I had dreamed the whole thing. Then I real...
The East Village Vintage Shop There are in New York, as in all cities, institutions that become part of the urban landscape. Zabar's, the Stage Deli, and Veniero's are among them. Veniero's is essentially a cookie store whose white boxes with maroon script are ubiquitous in the City. It sits in a small shop, now expanded to include a small café, on East Ele...
*** 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 Five. If you haven't read Chapters One through Four, you'll be lost, and I worry you don't understand how Chapters work. Are you okay friend? As usual, I've updated...
The moment I saw Jenna Swallow walk by me and take a seat at a table on the other side of the bar, my past hit me like a punch to the gut. Even though I regained an iota of control of my senses, my pulse continued to quicken. My breaths remained shallow. I took a big gulp of beer to try to compensate, cringing at how painful it was to swallow. She looked j...
You wouldn't think that buying a silly ole ankle bracelet in big old Chi-town would be a problem. Well, here's what we found. A lot of stores in the neighborhood aren't open on Sundays. Fine jewelry stores didn't carry them. There was a place that wanted $74 dollars for something that neither of us liked. I did see a store we'd go back to when this adventure...
The frenzy of Saturday, after we got home, continued Sunday morning. The house shook (I think) as I screamed as you fucked me. You barely let me touch you in the shower afterward. You gained a measure of revenge by insisting I make us breakfast nude. That wasn't much fun, especially when I was 'told' to make bacon. I must say -- having you lick the grease sp...
All characters in this story are entirely fictional and a product of my imagination. Warning: This is my first attempt at writing erotica so please bear with me. It's quite a bit long and the sex doesn't happen until later on in the story so if you're looking for a quick read, this is so not for you. If you like it, drop me a comment! Also, huge thanks to...
After two postings of this story being rejected it was suggested to me I used an editor. I did. She is Mariewriter, an exceptional writer, no pun intended, see her in Lit, and more than an exceptional editor. Thank you very much Marie; thanks for your patience and for sharing your knowledge; if this story is any good it is because of you. Muchas gracias de n...