Welcome, dear reader, to my entry for the 2015 Valentine's Day Story Contest. By way of a warning, I have to say that this is a long story - the competition rules do not permit splitting it into multiple parts, so please forgive me and I hope you find it worth reading all the way to the end. I would add that there is a long build up before any sex, so pleas...
This story is a product of a frenzied 5-day writing spree. When I first looked at the 40000-something word monster I'd created, I decided to leave it be for a while, and completely forgot about it. Many moons later, I found it by accident while looking for some documents and thought "It'd be a massive waste if I wrote all this for nothing." So I came to the...
This story, as the title suggests, is the third (and final) part of "The Sun on my Skin" series, and the sequel to 'The Sun on My Skin Ch. 2'. It follows on directly from the events in Chapter 2, but this time, it is the turn of twice-rejected Tina to tell her story. I have tried to ensure that can be read on its own although, inevitably, you'll understand s...
Book 1 2001 -- It takes one Prologue Jade Summers is half-way through her rigorous daily training regimen. As she returns to the university grounds after her hour long run in the park on the nearby Mont Royal, she spots the now familiar t'ai chi ch'uan practitioners as they go through their sets of forms. She can see those two young women are no amateurs....
Note: All individuals involved in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This story contains the themes of cheating and lesbian activities so if such things offend you, you may want to move on. Please note this is mainly a romance and is a slow build. If you're looking for sex every page this isn't your kind of story. There is ample s...
Part 1 Prologue For as far as she could remember, long hours on the road had always been soothing to Stéphanie. She used to find peace of mind in the endless miles, as a passenger with her trucker dad, then as a driver. Even as a child, the road was her own form of meditation. She could see her father's concentration and tried to imitate it. Eyes roaming...