The Plan Week 3 Katherine stirred slowly her head didn't hurt that badly. Though, parts of her body ached from last night activity. But, for that moment, all she could feel was soft warmth. She nuzzled herself into the soft warmth. Something didn't seem right. Katherine blinked her eyes opened, only to find Cassey's neck underneath her. Katherine's body we...
Slowly, hesitantly, Helen made her way between the rows of desks and up to the front of the class. Like all the girls she was dressed in the school uniform of a white blouse and a knee length pleated tartan skirt. Her palms were sweaty and her heart was thumping. There was complete silence from the rest of the pupils but a buzz of expectation filled the room...
Morrigan stood impatiently by the glass doors that opened out from the back of her estate into her garden. The sun would be rising soon and her lover should have long ago returned from her hunt. The white-haired woman remembered many nights just like this one many years ago when she stood waiting for the same thing in the same place for the same reason. Seve...
Elizabeth had enjoyed the evening, chit-chatting with some acquaintances at her favorite dyke bar, Sappho's Lounge (known as Sappho's Clit Lounge to those in the know). She'd had a few drinks and was now ready to head home, cleaning up in the washroom after having taken a piss and a shit. As she was finishing up, a woman walked into the restroom, a petite d...
It was a quite normal day at college. Lectures and tutorials filled the morning and afternoon. It was about 3ish when a pressing matter made me excuse myself from class. I always took my time when visiting the girls room. I believed that pressing too hard would dis figure my little orifice and that to me was the last thing I would ever want. I came from a...
Disclaimer Anyone who knows anything about the British presence in the Far East at the turn of the twentieth century will soon realise that I know practically nothing. The following story is pure fantasy and has as much historical and geographical accuracy as, for example, Pirates of the Caribbean, possibly less. So, where is it based? Hong Kong? Malaya? S...
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." he swallows a long pull of whiskey and answers hoarsely. "What have you done, child?" His lips are numb from the whiskey. Kneeling there with her hair down and her nude body wrapped in crimson silk makes her look more a pagan priestess than a confessing Christian harlot. The profanity inflames him. "I've had carnal p...
Celeste woke up and rolled over in bed to gaze at the window. No sunshine shone through the cracks in the blinds, though it was likely well past noon. She had gotten into the habit of sleeping in late. Groaning, she stretched her arms up, moving to a sitting position so that the thin blue bedsheet slid down her body to her lap, exposing her breasts. Contact...
Hey, everybody! It has been a little while since I posted anything to the site. Unfortunately I had hit a serious case of writer's block on the Girls of Manchester series of stories. I am still working on them, and have gotten quite a bit of work done on that particular series. I am happy to say that there are three stories in that series that are in the wor...
When I was small my mother used to say that after God made me he broke the mould. She lied. There are thousands like me in every town and village and you can find us all waiting at the school gates every afternoon ready to pick up our two point four children and take them back to our identical new build boxes on the new estate in the leafy suburbs in the nic...