"Well, here we are." My husband Michael holds open the glass door for me to enter the place. The Relaxation Station; a spa in a shopping center. I sigh inwardly; a tacky name, but as this visit is on him I can't complain too much... We approach the reception desk, surrounded by the scent of patchouli and the sound of nondescript New Age music and within a...
Author's note: This isn't so much a story about sex, rather it is a story which uses sex to explore the characters. It's explicit but I am not a writer who is just interested in my reader getting off, I hope you feel it a bit deeper than that ... My thanks to those who've read through the drafts and shared their thoughts. And to VMKane who continues to enc...
Memory is both seductive and selective. We've all relived the so-called 'good old days' and I'm no different. The older I get the more I find myself returning again and again to one particular year. It was 1988 and I was nineteen. I was a country girl from Healesville on the outskirts of Melbourne, the eldest of three daughters. Dad was a vet at Healesville...
**Author's Note: This is not a direct continuation of Amber In the Rain, but instead takes place several days later. The story involves lesbian sex, with references to hetero sex. If you're not into sexy little stories and girls doing girls, or public nudity and sex, you'd better leave. This is a work of fiction, and therefore doesn't take into account the l...
"Hey Vic." I looked up as Carol approached my desk. She was frowning as she looked over the papers in her hand. "What's up?" "I was doing some research on these latest donations. They keep getting larger and I thought that was odd since we're in a recession. So when I started digging, I noticed the last five donations were in different names, but they all...
I would like to thank everyone for their comments and feedback from the last series. If you've read that series, you know a little about me. I am happy now and I hope that you all continue to read my work. As always feel free to leave comments and send me feedback. Good reading to all of you. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ You know, all my life I've known who I...
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Couture *********** I watched my mother rub the fuzzy fabric between her fingers. Not looking at the cashmere sweater, just feeling it. Her eyes were directed elsewhere. At someone I didn't want them directed at. "You want me to distract the sal...
Deloris Franklin's first reaction, as she hesitantly sized up the pale and petite frame sleeping on the sofa, was that it must have been one of the girls that either of her two sons had brought home. Deloris knew that both Sterling and Rahim were rather popular with the young ladies of the neighborhood and there had been several occasions when they would bri...
The following is a departure for me. It is pure fiction; and although Becky, Rachel and Lisa are all very much real (and part of my everyday life); their actions as portrayed here are nothing more than fantasy. Why this disclosure? A future posting will reveal! ********************* It was shortly after 8:00 P.M. on a Friday night in late March. I had just...
As many of my faithful readers are aware, awhile back I arranged for my sister to help my dear friend Becky explore that dark, submissive side of her personality -- the one that haunts many of us, and would cause us to die of embarrassment if anyone ever found out. (If you are reading my work for the first time, the posting is: Becky's Instruction). While B...