Fear. Embarrassment. Dread. Daisy felt a cocktail of feelings at the sound of Emma's voice. She had barely had time to process everything that had been going on since last night, and now a new wrench was being thrown in. Emma could not see her like this. No one could ever know what she had been doing to herself. She could see it now. Headlines across...
A couple of years ago, I was invited to participate in a Q&A panel at a three-day conference in Portland on access to clinical care. One of my employers offered to pay my travel and food costs. Better yet, thanks to a tip from a friend, I got the chance to housesit in a beautiful restored heritage loft in the Pearl District, whose owner was away for an entir...
My name is Dr. Kshama (pronounced "Shama" -- the "K" silent. It means "Beautiful Queen" in Hindi) V. V. (the middle names comprise no less than 44 letters!) Patel (as common in India as "Smith", "Jones" or "Johnson" are in your Western societies.) I am half Turkish and half Indian, born in Istanbul on the 24th day of March in the year 2042, my family having...
Southern Nights 08. – Lounging. Yet another beautiful day saw the sun spreading its intense rays down over the village of Alvarez and the rocky coastline around. Only deep down in the horizon a few cumulus clouds could bee seen hovering faithfully over the sleeping volcano of Maracolar. The tiny draft from last night had grown into a refreshing morning bree...
(Continued from My maid Lata Part 2) During the day one of my classmates Richa Saxena visited our house. She needed some help with the assignments and so we studied together. I asked Richa to stay for lunch and she remained. She left at the afternoon. Seema and Gita too left at their usual times and as soon as they left Lata and me started our steamy sex...
The Women's Erotic Liberation Circle held this retreat on the Oregon coast, where I decided to actively mindfuck one of the newer women. Her name was Tara Louise, and she was a real estate agent from Sacramento. Curvy girl, mid-40's, five-foot-ninish, lovely pale skin, light red curly hair, very busty, and dressed like she was meeting a client. She stood up...
------------------------------- Foster City, California -- 2029 ------------------------------- I really should drink less of this stuff, Anna thought as she poured herself another iced coffee. She had already had seven or eight glasses today, a couple more than usual. Pouting a little, she returned the pot to the mini-fridge under her desk. It was her r...
The sun is dipping down to a purple sea. The air is warm and I stand on the verandah of my holiday chalet on the beach gazing out to sea. I'm sipping a chilled white Riesling and my muscles are feeling the tired relaxation of a day spent in swimming and surfing. I should be feeling tranquil and at peace with myself but my thoughts keep slipping back to that...
Meeting you at the door after your hard days work I take you by the hand and lead you to the fireplace. We sink down into beanbags as I grab the stereo remote and start the sensuous music that you so love. Digging into the nearby picnic basket I pour a glass of wine and hand it to you. Placing sharp Cheddar and a smoked oyster upon a cracker I walk on my kn...
This is a new twist for me. This story was written in collaboration with my dear pet, lover, confidant and friend Pamela. We each expressed the viewpoints of our respective characters in the story. I have not edited her parts and she has not edited Mine. I hope everyone enjoys this as much as we both had a lot of fun working on it. *** Pamela's Reward I...