I knocked on the door. Someone wearing all back and a black mask answered the door. I just happened to be all in black for a meeting I had earlier in the day. She reached out her hand and took mine to lead me into an almost black room with a very faint candle. I was led to a large oversized black chair. My guide walked away. My eyes were adjusting to the da...
2000 hrs 18 year old Lorraine walks down the corridor, her long dark hair swept neatly into a ponytail, sling bag over her shoulder. Standing in front of the heavy grey door, her eyes go over the letters spelling "Tammy" many times. She takes a deep breath, swallows once and knocks. "Yeah. Come in." Lorraine opens the door hesitantly. Her eyes glued to...
About midday Jennifer and Denise had removed most of the old varnish and sat back to review the trunk, half painted, half peeling. The day was warm and both had tee-shirts and shorts on. Denise looked a little puzzled while staring at a small piece of wood that was protruding from the left inside corner. She reached over, pushed down on the wood and it seeme...
It started quite innocently. Ok maybe I should rephrase that. There was not much innocent about the discussion I found myself deeply engaged in that evening. She was a blonde. Actually blonde always seems, at least to me as being hair that has a golden honey glow, long and straight. You get the idea. This woman's hair was white. Almost albino white. I could...
It was the beginning of summer and that always meant that the new interns would soon be shuffling in fresh-faced, eager and naïve. Everything we all were once but lost for one reason or another. But it'd been four years for Sara. She could have taken any other internship she wanted but she always came back. I don't think she even needed to intern with us sin...
Well I guess that is one benefit of going away for a week; I have a big pile of mail waiting for me. I dumped the load on the dining room table and started sorting through it. Bill, bill, junk, junk, ... not for me, not for me, ... bill, not for me. Does the mailman use a white cane or a seeing eye dog? By the time I finished, the 'not for me' pile was almo...
I am Carmen & this is the story of my second meeting with the woman who changed my life. After my first encounter with Marina I had a hard time adjusting back to normalcy. I could not get this woman out of my head or out of my heart. For weeks after our encounter we were both fairly freaky and still kinky with each other. Then something changed. I'm not sur...
To all readers and fans of this series: This story is a direct continuation of chapter 2, and is meant to be a little misleading. It won't seem like a continuation at first, but by the end hopefully it will all make sense :) Enjoy. * Julie turned off the shower, and stepped out and onto the towel on the floor. With one hand she reached out for the towel...
This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains graphic sex. If this offends you, don't read it! If you're under 18, get lost. None of these people are real, just little corners of my mind that I sometimes let out to play... - FOR LORI - I see you immediately across the dark, smoky room as I make my way onto the stage, the only female in a crowded room of me...
It began innocently enough over a cup of coffee. It was an ordinary mid-morning and I with my friend Mary, having a good old natter with her. Well, actually it turned out to be more of a moan than a natter. "So what's up Jenny?" she asked me, "you look so down." "It's, um, well, it's a bit personal," I muttered. "Come on Jenny, how long have we known each...