The following is a departure for me. It is pure fiction; and although Becky, Rachel and Lisa are all very much real (and part of my everyday life); their actions as portrayed here are nothing more than fantasy. Why this disclosure? A future posting will reveal! ********************* It was shortly after 8:00 P.M. on a Friday night in late March. I had just...
Not too long ago we moved into a new townhouse and I have been busy getting everything organized, along with doing my job, which fortunately, I do out of my home. My husband, Tom, is a consultant and is on the road for extended periods of time or stuck at a client site. Considering the fact that we have only been married for less than a year, I get quite lon...
You definitely should read the prior chapter before this one. Otherwise it won't make sense. * The tension was so thick in the air, that Esmeralda would have preferred that the steam was thicker so that she would not have such a clear look at Gwen's face. It was an unprecedented situation for both; Gwen had never had her lovemaking interrupted by an acquai...
The legionnaire was very hairy. The hair on his broad back was long enough for Diana to get her fingers tangled right inside. But at least he spoke Greek. Of a sort. Not like the Roman centurion who'd fucked Diana for so long just a couple of hours ago. He'd spoken Vulgar Latin and some words of Aramaic from where he'd been stationed before being relocated t...
Friday morning Kelly gave me a necklace made of small, gold chain links, long enough to fit around my neck, but short enough that I couldn't remove it. She locked it on using a tubular 3-digit, 4-number combination lock, like what one might find on a bicycle lock, but only an inch and a quarter long and one-third of an inch thick. Kelly explained that she pu...
Chapter Five: I Hear The Roar Of The Smoke Machine Warmth. Sleepy half-conscious warmth, that all-suffusing glow that seeps through the body and looses every knotted muscle. Sometimes it comes from a hot bath or an electric blanket. And sometimes it comes from sleeping in somebody's arms, skin against skin, when the bodies fit together just right. Half-asl...
A small digression from my other story threads, but this one landed in my head and wouldn't leave. I'm working on my other drafts, I promise! Here be the same flag that I raise for my other stories: build up is long with a focus on the plot and the romance itself. Not for those looking for a story about a quick roll in the hay. Comments/feedback always welco...
After writing my first story, I am now delivering on the follow-up. Actually the reason I wrote my introduction is so people would be able to see how I entered my current lifestyle. After college, I moved to New York City, several hours from my home and quickly became bored with the kinds of lesbian and bi girls I had met. None could compare to the type of...
Prologue The first time I saw Jane, Gerald, and Natalie was at Orient Beach, a clothing-optional beach on my home island of St. Martin where we had taken my brother-in-law Phillipe and his daughter Eleanor for a swim. The three Americans, nudists from Florida, were sunning au naturel. Eleanor struck up a conversation with Natalie, Gerald’s daughter and Ja...
I completely lost all my sense of time, I was not able to tell how long I was in the closet. Sometimes it appeared to me that just a few hours ago my Mistress left me here. Sometimes I was thinking that I'm here for 2 days already. I lost count of my orgasms after 5. I was falling asleep few times, but every time was woken up by one of the vibrators. Another...