Please comment. I like comments, even constructive negative ones. ***** My name is Flower, actually Flower of peace. What can I say, Hippy parents. I went out with Judy, my 'friend with privileges'. We tried living together but it didn't work, but we're still very close friends. We met up with Tod, another of Judy's fuck buddies. He introduces the cute l...
Dinner Party Mystery A Girl Friday, Risk Versus Reward crossover story. * Author's Note This is chapter two, which should be a pretty good indication that you ought to read chapter one first. * Chapter 2: A Broken Keyboard Juliet I was still humming the little melody that had lodged itself in my brain earlier this morning, as Charlotte and I rode the...
Dinner Party Mystery A Girl Friday, Risk Versus Reward crossover story. * Chapter 7: Desi's Pie a la Mode Charlotte "The mystery is solved?" Miss Chowdhury asked, with a lovely rolling of the R, as Juliet settled into her lap with a sigh. There weren't enough chairs in the dining room for all of us to be able to sit down for pie and coffee, so we...
Added Chapter 3, and edits to Chapters 1 & 2. Enjoy! Alien Girls Chapter 1 Awake, light everywhere, moving. My name is...ah...call me Alice. 'A car, huh? Different. What's that UBR symbol on the window?' 'Car for hire, our cover. That phone in your purse...' 'This ugly bag is my purse?' 'Yeah, inside is a phone. It calls me. I'm Susan, your drive...
The door thuds behind me as my father pulls it closed. His hand on my shoulder, he leads me through the living room, past my scowling mother, and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, he pulls me into a hug. "Go take a shower, get dressed. I'll talk to your mother," he whispers into my ear. "Thanks," I say, my voice raspy. I walk into my bedroom and g...
The strong, tanned arm was sliding up her thigh, massaging every inch of her leg, as he was kissing her thin, cream colored neck. Nibbling ever so gently up to her ear, his stubble tickling her as he went on, she strained to hear what he was whispering. She felt his thick fingers, no not thick anymore, now soft thin fingers rubbing her clean shaven slit thro...
This story contains graphic sexual descriptions. Copyright 2005 October, All Rights Reserved There are elements of this story that are true. To those whose experience I based it on I thank you. Feedback as always, is really appreciated Petra Rose I really should try and cut down on the coffee. For one thing it makes me extremely irritable and later on I...
Chapter 1 Rachal caught her reflection in the large mirror of their hotel suite as she wandered into the main room from the bathroom. She grinned at the sight. The hours she spent in the gym and the tanning booths was time well spent, she told herself. Her thrusting breasts jutted firmly away from her tanned body and her dark nipples were still hard from t...
1923, Vienna They had boarded the Night Train in Vienna and were now on their way to Istanbul. To the unsuspecting passengers they were just two young travelling companions, daughter of diplomats maybe on their way to some grand occasion at the end of Europe. But they were quite a bit more. Aniela, a polish girl in her early twenties and Daiya a Japanese gi...
We spend the evening sitting outside in the cool breeze of early fall. The embers in the grill are barely there, just faintly glowing and the kids hover close to it, pretending to be cold. After dinner, we pulled out the good face paints, the ones I save for festivals and conferences. They are oil based crayons, really, and when they've been dipped in a litt...