This is a fictional work. The date had been on the calendar and circled for a long time. Sunday August 20, 2017. That was the date for the annual Gay Pride Walk in Madison Wisconsin. Actually it had been on many calendars and circled by many people wanting to profess their love and their sexuality. Steph and Jenny lived in Madison, Jenny was a budget and f...
It started with a note. A note with one line on it. Then why am I here? Looking at the front door of my wife's friend's house? That damn note. I had my suspicions and when I found the note I needed proof. Where to start? At the beginning. That is so cliché! But where else would you start? My wife and I have been married for 18 years. She is 38 and used to...
Being top of the class isn't all it's cracked up to be. I mean, I'm vain, so I sort of needed to be. Plus the fact that I need scholarships. Anyways, with my intelligence level, being so high, it is often difficult to find someone of equal, or at least almost equal, intelligence. As the saying goes, geniuses live a solitary life. Or something like that. Al...
I love date night. Not only does it mean I get to spend quality time with my girl, but I am also pretty much guaranteed to get laid at the end of the night. Tonight was Saturday night and I was getting ready for our night out. Khaki pants, a light blue collared shirt, and a blazer completed my outfit. Right as I was getting ready to tie my shoes I heard my g...
(This story is not for minors or anyone offended by descriptions of sexual exploration between adventurous women. Feedback always welcome -- I love to hear from readers, esp. dommes! This is a continuation of Lesbian Labor Day Rapture) I lay quietly on the bed and my breathing grew regular again and I was conscious of an incredibly warm glow all over the ba...
I sat at the end of the bar tapping my fingers on the side of my bottle, feeling completely frustrated and as usual when something is bugging me, my hair was wrapped tightly around my finger. My husband's words replayed in my head over and over again. I sat stewing about the things I should have said and the points I should have made. My heart felt heavy, an...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
This is a continuation of Memories at the request of many readers. To those that voted and sending comments, thank you very much. In appreciation, I hope this writing is as stimulating for you as Memories. "I lay there trembling wondering if they were going to do that there in front of everyone. Jean lowered her mouth to my ear and whispered, "Relax Amy, ju...
I would like to thank my readers for taking the time to read my stories, please contact me for your comments and leave feedback, I enjoy hearing from you! QC ~Leap~ Playing the coward, I brainstormed options that would deliver the message in my absence. Letter with a red rose: frighteningly romantic. Email: too stalker. Via friend: too yellow-bellied. The...
Fall, in the Rocky Mountains, is an incredibly beautiful season. The mountains explode with the golden hue of Aspen trees, the glow from their quaking leaves almost blinding on a sunny day. That, plus the crispness of mountain air, beckons to those who live in the city, pulling them from their homes to spend some time driving in the hills and mountains to gr...