DISCLAIMERS: This story is a work of fiction; any apparent resemblance between the characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18 or if explicit sexual fiction is illegal in your jurisdiction. WARNING: If lesbian sex, restraint, older/younger, m...
I had always known that my tastes were quite different. In high school, when hormones are like monsters crashing through your body, I couldn't quite understand what was happening to me. The scent of boys drove me crazy, and I watched them as they played shirtless on the field. And when they wore their loose fitting shorts, I could see what swung between thei...
Ellie stood there in the school stables. She wasn't a very good rider; she'd admitted that to herself a long time ago. She'd never been that good, not since she had an accident when she was seven years old. The horse had been stung by a bee and cantered off with her still in the saddle. She didn't like riding after that, and now, eleven years on, she still w...
This is the lost year from Jody's side. Much of it doesn't include Ellie. She there though, when they start crossing paths again. This goes from some of Finding Ellie, Parts 1 and 2 of Simmering Inferno and all of Healing Touch. It's long. I couldn't do the story right without it being long. I also didn't want to publish in 2 parts, I didn't want it to lose...
Note: This story involves girl on girl sex with a bit of domination. All characters are over 18. ***** "It's just going to be a friendly wrestling match for quick money." That's what Ellie told me, and who was I to doubt her words? One evening of messing around with another woman on camera would get her a reasonable cut of the money made through digital p...
"Good evening, Miss Cornell. My name is Ellie. If you'd like to take all your clothes off, and lie face down on the couch under the towel, I'll be back with you in just a second." Ellie is younger than any of the masseuses I've had before. Nineteen maybe, twenty max. Prettier too. Petite, but with a full little body and chocolate brunette hair drawn back pr...
Ellie woke in the mucky aroma of last night's cigarettes and hard, oh so hard cider. Her musty hair clung to... "whose pillow is this?" she thought. She shot upright, constrained and trapped in sheets she did not recognize. "Whose room is this?" She gazed at the dark blue room with Aztec frosting-white crown molding. "Is this a man's bedroom? How drunk was I...
This is my entry for the "In a Sunburned Country" writers' challenge. This is the first time I have entered one of the contests, so I can only hope not to make a royal mess of it. The most Aussie thing I know is cricket, so it is the focal point of the story. For those not familiar with the sport (basically everyone not from a handful of former British colon...
I have a very special dressing room table. To be precise, it is the chair that is special, being shaped like a saddle, and projecting up from the padded leather are two silicone dildos of formidable size. It's not a sex chair - or at least it's not primarily such - but it is, rather, a seat designed to ease my almost constant aching need to be filled both fr...
Winter was early this year as the young woman fought the streets of New York. Snow was falling in magical array as she dashed for her doorway. Christmas Day was upon her as she slowly walked the floors to her apartment. Ellie opened the door and stepped inside with her packages. Her and Jasmine had been seeing a lot of one another lately. Their last ni...