A couple of weeks ago, on a grey, overcast Monday, I was running some errands on my lunch hour. I hadn't had time for breakfast that morning, and was absolutely ravenous. I decided to stop off at this funky little cafe in Fremont, a new place called Antonia's Soups, which had just been voted Seattle's best soup and sandwich joint by readers of The Stranger....
"Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love" ― Gabriel García Márquez I hope you enjoyed my previous story Italian Beauty now my new encounter is with a woman that caught my eye with her bright hot pink bikini, this girl has a thing for pink so I will call her Pinky. It has been a few days since my encounter with the Italian Beauty, I have b...
I Hey! My name is Nikkie and this is my first erotically minded story . I hope you all like it and please leave your notes as to what you liked and what you didn't like, but just keep it constructive If it's liked (or at least not passionately hated), I might write another . Thank you and enjoy. :-) * I could feel that cold, smooth, hard surface behind me....
Chapter 02: Wild Weekend Hello and welcome to my readers. In response to your requests, here is a sequel to my story 'Coming Clean'. You may wish to read 'Coming Clean' first, as it tells how Melodie, Kat and Kitten first met. As always, I appreciate your votes and comments on my submittals. Thanks to tickledkitty for her incisive editorial skills and geek...
"You want a ride?" A beautiful blonde asked, pulling up to the pavement, where I was stood, quailing in the rain. From the moment I saw her, I knew she was the one. She was the girl in the strip club who had pulled me to her and kissed me – put her hand as far into my underwear as she could, to slip the many notes between my legs. "It all depends on who's...
I woke up early, the clock by my bed saying 3:30am in bright red numbers that drilled into my retinas. Two hours of sleep isn't a lot to work with but when I wake up I am fucking awake. Last night still hurt, my throat was still raw from the screaming and my eyes were still caked with makeup from all the crying. "I just don't see myself with you for the lon...
Many thanks to Lancerlott for his help proofreading this story. My intent for the "Briefs" series is to write short pieces on whatever scenario that comes to me. -Tricia ***** Saturday night at the "Who Cares?", out at the edge of town, is always a wild party. Everyone knows that it's a time and place where people come and experiment a little, dancing and...
Liz takes the silk sash and puts it over Chrissy's eyes. She snugly ties it into place and begins to make love to Chrissy's body, mind and soul. Tenderly she lifts one breast into her hand, brushing the nipple with her thumb. It hardens instantly. The areola becomes puffy and turns a darker shade of rose. "I love your breasts. They are so full and weighty l...
"This is too haram," Jamila Ahmed said to herself, as she walked walk around the Riverside Mall in the City of Minneapolis, Minnesota. With tremendous effort, Jamila pried her gaze from what she'd been gawking at...a trio of young brown women in tank tops and booty shorts. The summer was in full bloom, and this meant middle-aged males in Hawaiian shirts, whi...
She was named by a revolutionary army leader. She wore revolution, it covered her body in images and sacred texts. Her blood carried imprisoned family members, intellectual writers, activists and academics with her wherever she roamed. Her language was full of songs, stories and history. She told me herself almost as warning, that she studied, wrote, drank,...