- Yesterday - Rich California countryside raced by the large glass window as the Southern Pacific's Coastline Express headed towards Los Angeles. The young, beautiful twenty-year-old in the window seat tried to lose herself in the ever changing tapestry, but try as she could, the redhead couldn't shut out the droning voice of the woman sitting next to her....
Chapter Twenty-Five (Sunday 28th April 2002) Rita had met Julia and Betty towards the end of her first year at uni. In fact she hadn't so much "met" them as tracked them down. At the time she'd been on a mission and, going on rumours she'd heard, she had decided they could help her achieve her goal. On the face of it Julia and Betty made an unlikely coup...
When I write my stories, I am concerned with one an only one thing - trying to create a mood of tenderness and longing. Sometimes I probably over do it. And I end up getting into such heightened state, I get really worked-up - and I write most of the really "haunted" love stuff when I am right on the edge. When I re-read my stories, I can tell that parts we...
The morning felt gloomy; though it shouldn't come as a surprise to me considering I feel this way almost every morning. I have such a pessimistic view of life that I don't think anything could ever cheer me up. My mornings in the hospital—yes, I'm a doctor—always follow the same bore some route -- come in by 8.00 am, do my rounds with nurse Jennifer on tow....
"You need something, Maryann?" "Could I have something for pain?" Her voice was small and hesitant. "I'll check. If you can, I'll bring it and then let it take effect and then," Sharon Caswell, R.N., paused with a whimsical smile of her face, "we'll do your bath." Maryann Hollander sort of laughed and then groaned, "Sharon don't make me laugh, it hurts."...
As always, please don't even consider reading this story unless you are over the age of eighteen. This story contains explicit lesbian sexual situations. ***** The cute girl stared at me while I was naked in the locker room shower. She watched every move I made, it seemed, and vulgarly licked her lips, and creepily smiled. I had never been ogled by another...
Lie we back, smell our creation, Skin on skin and fluid spent. Two angels felled, find explanation, Pulling closer into heavens scent. ----- Melanie teeters, almost falling, longing for the rush... the headlong (sharp inward breath) downward plummeting, (pant-pant-pant) almost there, keep going... (I'll kill you if you move just one inch sideways) out o...
You'll have to excuse me for my english; it's not my first language (and this story was written long ago). I don't think it'll cause you big problems to read, but you'll certainly find some mistakes. And, most of all, I fear that I'm not really getting better with each story I write so be patient... If there's one thing I like being a girl, through all the...
Author's note: To Kait, whose kindness, friendship and intelligence proved inspirational. Part I. New York No, I had never actively sought a call girl before and it wasn't helping that she had to have rather special qualities. She had to be young, experienced, smart, and bisexual; a combination of features which excluded everyone I had stumbled across so f...
Smokey Saga #74.1: "Lying Young" (part one) ***** Here is another dramedy that's a little light on the sex, but heavy on the heart. I wrote an early version of it in 2008, changing a few things and improving it for the present. It stars a couple of girls who haven't been together in any Sagas before, but one of them has appeared in two of my stories by her...