Loree's story in regular type, Alex's story in italics. It was raining that night. I enjoyed the rain. A normal Friday night and I was sitting at the Lounge, watching the rain fall outside through the plate glass windows. I took a pull of my beer and looked around the bar. The place was comfortable, familiar. A small hole-in-the-wall bar attached to a popul...
I had woken up languidly and in comfort. I was drowsy and comfortable. I stretched and reveled in the feel of the soft cotton sheets and sunlight against my naked body. And then I sat bolt-upright as I remembered where I was and what had happened. HOLY FUCK! I had to get out of here! Where were my clothes? Oh yeah, damn! I was sick on them. I looked a...
Alice was in a daze as she finished prepping herself in the bathroom. Last night was hard both physically and emotionally. They had barely entered her house when Nicole removed her jeans and pushed Alice to her knees, still wearing her coat, her hands still cuffed behind her back, and demanded that Alice lick her to orgasm. That merely calmed Nicole down but...
SS #22: "Happy Endings III—Drowning In The Sea Of Love" ***** Someone asked me to keep the goofy escapades of our two sweet angels here going for (at least) another chapter, so here you go... Welcome to installment number three...of "For Happy Endings It Takes Two." ***** Sunday, December 15th, 2013, 10:26 a.m. The car vanished behind a neighbor's hous...
I stood in the small village shop thumbing through the sparse selection of magazines that far from covered the shelves, vainly attempting to find something that might help to keep me entertained for the evening. It was still a few days until my pay day and I found myself in my usual position of being rather short of funds until my pay cheque arrived. I could...
We headed off towards the east coast, stopping in St. John's Newfoundland to refuel and to see if we would have any problems getting Sarah and Kimberly into England. My contact in Interpol told me that the database had been updated, and everything should be good, but just in case he gave me a contact number that I could give to the border customs officers in...
Welcome, dear gals and pals, to your next helping of Smokey goodness, sunshine, warmth and love. (Technical note: This story, Saga #94, follows #92 ("Numbers"). I wrote #93 in between (my next odd-numbered and thus BDSM-flavored story—which is not "Seductress," it's a different one), but have elected not to publish it. So on we go, and now that that is out o...
My name is Mandy - actually Amanda, but I hated that and my family had always called me Mandy, so I preferred to just go by that. I am 27 and 5'6" and 125 pounds, with a nice shape, or so I've been told, and a cute face. I have light brown hair in a short layered bob. I have b-cup breasts and a firm body, well earned from at least three hours a week in the g...
Note that the following events took place in the mid to late 1980s, long before there was any "Don't ask, don't tell" policy in place in the military. Being an active lesbian was risking your career, especially for an officer. *** "Home," said Bonnie in a wondering tone. "I'm home. Oh, Virginia, I love you!" she said louder as tears streamed down her face....
Hi all Sorry for yet another long period of radio silence. I'm afraid that I've been dealing with the death of a parent, and the forced isolation due to Coronavirus hasn't helped. However, I've come to realise that my writing was one of the things that has kept me going in the past, and I've finally gotten round to writing again. I have to be honest, I re...