Jess shut the door behind me. There was no way she could miss what I did to her panties. One way or another, sooner or later, that pussycat was coming out of the bag. Then it was me and the mirrors. You really could see everything in this nightgown. I turned around, stood on on my toes - yep, there was a flash of panty. But it didn't affect me like yesterda...
Author's Note: As the title suggests, this story picks up from A Date With The Devil. It also includes a degree of male/female sex and unholy acts, which some people may find disturbing. ***** Chapter Nine (Saturday 5th June 2010) Mary Rose had sailed through her Friday evening function with great aplomb. Well, visibly she had. None of the other attende...
Introduction Hi all. It's me again, Charley the (almost) full-time lezzie. Well, I've been full-time for ten years now, so perhaps discount that "almost". Do minor, childish slips really count? Isn't there a statute of limitations on just everything nowadays? What's the odd youthful admission of taking a cock or three when a girl was on the lowest slope of...
We woke around nine when Amanda's phone rang in the guest bedroom. We laid looking at each other, knowing it was probably her mother. Amanda snuggled closer to me, wedging her leg between mine. "Should I answer it?" "Of course, she wants to know you're safe, babygirl. She's your mom." "I know. Am I safe?" "Not really, I'm going to devour you sometime t...
I had just turned 35 – and not at all unhappy about that. I didn't have a lover, and that was fine too – I've never been desperate that way; I can be happy all by myself. So when my gay and lesbian health clinic was having one of its almost chronic fund raisers, and I was asked to volunteer for the date auction, I smiled brightly said sure, I'd be glad to....
A PLEASANT INTERLUDE In the last two stories the focus has been on Karen and her open marriage with Jonah. With this story I've abandoned the therapy session to bring Karen and her therapist together for a day just to see how things develop. There's more therapy to come as well as a resolution but I felt this story was necessary to give me a chance to step...
It had been said. It was out in the open and on the table and we had both shown our cards. It was the time to as, I think it was Harry Truman first said, pee or get off the pot. Momentarily it went through my mind as to were we grown up and sophisticated enough to handle such a situation and indeed did I want to? I had a wonderful life with Paul. We were hap...
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LEGAL NOTICE This is a work of fiction. References to Erica Jackson are purely a product of the imagination of the author. Such references to or statements and actions made by this character should not be considered real references, actual conversations, or behaviors held by the real Erica Jackson. Chapter One: Good Morning Lover Sunday morning's sun a...
Zoe's Story I was staying over at Anna's for the weekend, supposedly teaching her how to cook. She had just moved out of her parent's house and didn't really have a clue how to make anything, so I'd offered to teach her the basics. In reality this turned out to be me cooking things, while she sat there and licked bowls out, stole scraps of food and generall...