I decided to get a tattoo. Actually I decided to get several tattoos. Well I didn't have any and I was twenty three and they looked so good on the other girls that I thought, you know, get one here, a little one there and maybe another and so on. Being me I then procrastinated for three whole months before finally deciding to get them done. Yes, the pain w...
Author's note: this piece was suggested to me as a challenge as a straight woman to open my mind, any mistakes in it are completely my own. Thank You, Alan, for the idea. I would very much like to thank Hymir and angellove for their help with editing. I would also like to thank barby, Hymir and realmacdaddy for their help with the construction itself. "So?...
Disclaimer: All characters involved in sexual encounters in this story are 18 years of age or older. Remember that the term 'teen' can refer to a person who is 18 or 19 years of age! This is the continuing saga of the Idol of Lesbos, which has been put to film by Margo Sullivan. I'm proud to say that my taboo story has succeeded in making headway into the a...
AUTHOR NOTE: If you like this hilariously grim little tale, read some of my other equally uninspired fiction: After the Party Daphne's New Life How I Spent My Summer Vacation by Carol Hitchcock A Death, Baked Bob, and the Personal Ad Screwing My Ex They came out in that order, and according to one reader I got better as I went along, so do yourself a favor...
This story is purely fictional in nature. This is the second chapter. Thanks to everyone who has written feedback and comments! There was something about a man's fists wrapped around my hair, desperate and aching as he urged his cock further down my throat that caused white hot heat to pulsate between my thighs. As I headed for the bar, I absently touched...
I was standing in front of my tiny, jumbled closet looking in vain for suitable clothes to take to New Orleans. It had been sooo easy down in the Caribbean because all I needed was a couple pieces of floss to wear over my itty bitty titties and Brazilian waxed coochie. Rich, poor, who knew when you're half naked and dripping wet? Who am I, you may be asking...
Chapter Four: Saturday, March 21. I lifted the fabric cover off of the mason jar and sniffed. The lumpy, gluey mass of George's sourdough starter had started to look a bit suspect, and I was irritated that he was feeding so much of our rationed flour to this creature every day. I had to smile, though, at the thought of insatiable appetites outgrowing confin...
Author's note: This is the ninth and last part of a very long story. The characters (Jade and Terry) from my other story, 'Hidden Desires,' will appear here but reading their story is not necessary to understand their role in this one. It has truly been a joy writing this story and having all the support, comments and votes of all the readers out there....
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE (July 2004) There was a reception committee waiting for Heather in Albany: Claire and the twins with signs that read: WELCOME BACK HEATHER Except she was first through Arrivals and they were standing in the wrong order, not expecting her so soon. The message therefore read: WELCOME HEATHER BACK The trio greeted her with squeals...
At twenty seven and as my mother's only daughter I was under constant pressure, not all of it subtle, to produce darling grandchildren she could coo over while she was 'still on this earth'. This was invariably accompanied by a hand to her throat as if to imply that any day now she might stop being as strong as a horse and go to her reward. I did wonder if t...