Ever since Linda traveled to Chicago to take care of her ailing grandmother, more than two months ago, I had done little but stay home, keeping pretty much to myself. I had no idea when she might return, but I kept myself occupied with work, television and reading. My own fingers replaced the passion I had known with her for almost three years, but soon I be...
The bed was soft against my bare skin, a contrast to the hardwood floor I'd spent so much of the evening kneeling on. I should have felt comfort knowing our near nightly ritual had concluded, but I couldn't. There was no comfort to be found. The crisp white sheet was pulled taut over my nude form, and it felt like a straight jacket binding us together. In re...
Gina was lying on her back in my large soft bed, her breathing urgent and deep, moaning low in exquisite pleasure, her head moving left and right, right and left, her fingers running desperately through my hair, as I buried my face and tongue in the newly soft, smooth, fragrant slit between her legs. When we woke together in my bedroom and my bed the mornin...
You have been feeling a little stressed out lately trying to juggle all the responsibilities of motherhood and our rather active sex life so I have arranged a special day for you at the Spa where you will be treated to every treatment fit for a queen. I will be looking after Emily so after you give her the morning feeding, I scoot you out the door to La Salo...
In our first two instalments of "A Rose Blooming" we have seen Amy initiated into the joy of sex under the watchful eye of her mother Michelle. However for the next stage Michelle has to be very careful and she has decided to seek the counsel of her very good friend Anna, who we had contact with in the first instalment of our series as the Manager of an excl...
I finally got around to looking for a picture of Sandra Bullock. I thought I knew what she looked like but I was wrong. She's got more character in her face than I'd expected. Wow Cubao! Do you really look like that Chris? I have to see... I'll visit you in your secret place. I can do that because I'm a genie...Not like the big blue stupid one in Aladdin. I...
Disclaimers: The characters are mine, the story is mine. Love/Sex: Yes on both accounts, between two adult women. The sex is a little on the rough side and at some point may even seem nonconsensual, but it becomes so, eventually. * The sound of the door slamming rang throughout the apartment. The walls shuddered from the intensity. The look on the ang...
"Can you believe this weather? It's so hot." Zoe asked Julie. "I know, I've got nothing done today. I lay out in the garden until 11. I only put some clothes on because you were due round." "You don't mean you were sunbathing naked?" "I do mean that! I love the feeling of the warm sun on my body." "Yeah, but what if somebody saw you?" "That's part of th...
Caroline Masterson was successful. Of that there can be little doubt but life had not always been easy for her. It had been hard to make her way to the top in a male dominated profession. But after years of hard work she was the company's top negotiator. Caroline had all the trappings of success that might be expected of a lady in her position: Fine clothes...
In loving memory of Colleen Thomas, A.J.M., Lemon Pound Cake, & 'snow-forts' built of Scottish quilts… ~ Penny stepped through the open sliding doors -- a tattered yellow patchwork quilt, well-loved-to-lumpy, the only buffer between her steam-fresh flesh and this new brisk sting of the seasons' first snowfall. The makeshift cloak proved more cumbersome t...