Part One This is one of those stories that started with the love scene and evolved out of that. I have no idea what happens next but I am thinking this might turn out to be longer than I planned but let's just see where we wind up. The tram lumbering along Gertrude Street came to a sudden stop as a drunken man in his forties lurched out in front of it wavi...
PROLOGUE (Friday, 18th February 2000) Heather had been looking forward to Marcia's party for weeks. According to all predictions, it was going to be wild. Legend had it that Marcia's parties were always wild. The stories told by past attendees could be positively toe-curling. Apparently her shindigs set off as raunchy and steadily progressed to debauched....
If you've read my story 'Love Hurts' you may remember a minor character called Irene. She was one of the door staff at Guys & Dolls, a nightclub for lesbians and gay men. Irene was the diminutive bouncer whose permanent scowl made even hard men run for cover. 'Smile' is a tale that thrusts Irene into a starring role. It's a love story—there is some sex...
My last tale (Forever Autumn) wasn't exactly a bundle of laughs so I thought I'd make amends by indulging in a little more whimsy (and hope to please those of my readers who have told me I should write more tales like this). Characters in sex scenes are eighteen years old or over. All characters and places are imaginary—any resemblance to persons living or...
Santana "Kitty what are you doing?" "Nothing love go back to reading." "Why are my pants coming off?" "You always dare me to eat you out while you're reading because you think you can concentrate and since I'm bored I'm taking you up on your offer." "Tiff we just showered and you had a lot of fun." "I did but you didn't have the right kind of fun." We...
Gia pulled up to the mansion and parked her older model car where she had been instructed. It would be garaged at the house while she was gone with Mrs. Rutherford and her friends. She would be gone for one week, serving as a housekeeper for the wealthy ladies that went north to Mrs. Rutherford's country get away. She got out, gathered up her purse, and we...
Avery Johnson lived in Mexico. No...this story does not take place south of the border where the tequila is ingested like water, and almost anything can happen. This story begins in a small, almost unknown town in the north east part of the state of Missouri. Nestled between the acres of corn, wheat, farms and forest is Mexico. In a rather ancient two-bedroo...
Disclaimers: This is an uber tale that deals with some rather sensitive issues like depression, death and rape. But there is hope for our two characters. Heartfelt thanks to my beta reader ---- you are the best --- my friend and my guide. Thank you so much for all that you have offered me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The long figure rolled over. An arm draped its...
Julia lands a dream job with a top fashion lingerie house that leads her into a life of beautiful women and daring sexual exploits. In this autobiographical story, Julia explores her sexuality and her body as well as her new contacts. Gradually she pushes the boundaries of her experiences and enters a secret world of lesbian passion, sex and more. This is on...
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to Colleen Thomas whose work has been such an inspiration to writers on this site. I didn't know her personally, but perhaps to know a writer's work is to know her as she wished to be known. In that case, I can claim more than a passing acquaintance. This story is not somber. I doubt she would have wanted it so. Her ow...