My good friend, Rod suggested that I should sit down and write my life stories. He says that they are very erotic and that others would enjoy reading them. I love to read other peoples erotic stories so I readily agreed to write them. First a little about myself and my early life. My name is Jane and I was born in a little country town in Queensland, Aust...
This is the story the Pixies brought me this year. I told them it wasn't Celtic because it wasn't Irish. That was a mistake. Don't ever piss off a swarm of Pixies. I would prefer to knock a hornet's nest out of a tree. After they calmed down... a little... they said if I was going to be so ignorant about Celtic history they would stop bringing me stories. It...
The following story is pure fiction. Pity. As Lisa passed Rosie's bedroom door she glanced in and couldn't believe her eyes. Rosie lay on her back, the bed cover to one side of her. The short, thin, light blue nightdress that she wore had ridden up above her waist exposing her naked body from her navel to her toes. Her legs were together and her left knee w...
Please don't reproduce this copyrighted work without written permission. ________ Another note of personal thanks to Bernard Lyons, a dear friend in Dublin, Ireland who provided me with his generous and timely editorial insight. Thanks B! ________ Characters identified in this script are of legal age, but may portray maturing young adults. This is a work...
I want to set the record straight at the start. Though I'm reasonably certain I'd been gay my entire life, that wasn't how my life had gone. Those who believe in fate would say that apparently wasn't the life I was meant to live. That my wants and desires had been subverted by whatever cosmic entity guides the universe. That in the river of life we all float...
"Wow." That was all that Jo could say in reaction to the story that Tess had just related to her as they chatted on the Skype connection. Jo was still overseas but now in Kuwait, awaiting her orders to return to the States, but safe, now. What Tess had told her was the 'true' story of John Brown's death, Miriam's husband, Hope's father. The public story wa...
My parents split up in my first year of junior college, when I was just out of high school. My dad left and I didn't get along with my mom - both of us were pretty emotional at the time - so my aunt Rosalyn offered to take me in until things settled down. A few months after I moved in, my cousin Nicole's best friend Sherie moved in too. My cousin Nicole was...
My sister Lynn gazed at me thru hooded and accusatory eyes. "Is it true?" she demanded. "Yes." was my quiet reply. Lynn shook her head in disgust and sighed very audibly. She didn't have a bi curious bone in her body and failed to understand when someone, especially her older sister, did. "It was mutual." I stated in a factual tone. Lynn regarded me w...
I needed to be free from a false morality. I read a short story by a anonymous author. In the process of becoming a prisoner to myself, I was about to find freedom....at last. * I usually sleep naked. Last night, Julian got the message when I wore my panties to bed. "I have to go in early tomorrow anyway", he said before switching off the lamp. I waited w...
Prologue -- The older I get, the more I find myself obsessing about things. I have these overwhelming compulsions to get things done, instead of putting them off. These things that I would otherwise put off for something to do on a rainy day also have to be accomplished the correct way, with zero tolerance for mistakes. My obsessive behavior would be consid...