***Everyone in this story is 18 years of age or older so when I use teen or teenager I'm talking about someone 18 or 19. And yes this is a true story. Please enjoy!!*** Editor : Bigg_Mike * It's been almost three months since my family moved from Rochester, New York to Durham, North Carolina; and it has been hard on everyone... especially for me. I was a...
I tipped back my bottle of beer and looked at the party around me. I'd never been to a party like this. Radiohead played softly on the stereo, and hipster types in horn-rimmed glasses and vintage T-shirts mingled around the fashionably tacky green sofas and chairs. I felt like I'd reached a milestone in my career writing for It, a magazine that covered the l...
The pool was quiet this late in the evening. Summer and April knew that Dominique always planned their meetings this late on purpose. She hated the idea that just anyone would be able to watch them practice their synchronized swimming routine for the championships coming up in a few weeks. Dom liked it to be a surprise to even the locals who frequented the p...
Mel was perturbed. 'Are you sure that your Great Council will, literally, buy into your plans, darling?' She looked concerned. 'Why? What have you heard?' I asked. 'Simply that some of the other Counsellors are saying that you have given that scoundrel Dogu too much.' 'I gather so. I have spread the word that he will be bearing the lion's share of the c...
I feel her kiss on my cheek. "Good morning Didi." The only nicer awakening would be Arthur's kiss, but he's away on business. I yawn stretch and open my eyes. There she is, standing beside my bed, my maid, Jennifer. "Mm, good morning Jen." She holds my ankle length red satin robe. I slide my arms in, and still standing behind me she wraps her arms around...
Talking to Phoebe on Monday morning: "So what did you tell your father? About staying over, I mean." "I just said I'd been feeling sad about Yaya, so I was going to catch up with Jill and Elen during the day, then you and I were going to have a girls' night out and take my mind off things." "Uh-huh." "Hey, it's true, as far as it goes. So, Yvonne, what d...
Smokey Saga #63: "The Art Of The Squeal" ***** My first thought was to call this "Hooked II," but that would make very little sense. The characters and storyline are completely different, and besides, the Smokey Sagas past #50 are all Sapphic. Perhaps they should now be known as Sapphic Sagas. It's going under Lesbian Sex, but you'll want to know that this...
Well, well, and well-cum, my royal leaders and loyal Readers!! This story is sixth in the "How To" series starring hubby and wife BDSM couple, Lou and Sandra Burton. (Technical note: the first five followed a numerical pattern in their Saga numbers. This one continues that pattern, though it was briefly interrupted by a spicy little tale called "Clerical Ter...
"Damn, girl, you've got a sexy pair of boobs!" Kim Hopkins said to her co-worker, Kenna Scott for, like, the 1,000 time. Kenna flushed, glanced down at her well-filled blouse and just started to answer when a customer came in, interrupting Kenna and Kimmy's almost daily mutual admiration society meeting. The two women both worked for the Tammy Rogers Real...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 5 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. TESTING MY NEW RELATIONSHIP WITH JOYCE Olivia and I had not rea...