I had the radio turned up louder than I had done in a long time and was singing along to the music as I drove. The beautiful fall scenery passing by the outside of my car had begun to look more and more familiar with each passing mile. I knew that within a few minutes I would be back to a place and a time where I had not been in years. Fourteen years ago I...
"Yeehaaaaaaa!" whooped Kim McCall as she ran down the steps of the dorm, a sound that was echoed all over the sprawling college campus as students celebrated the end of the Spring Term. Jerking open the passenger door of the battered Dodge Dart before her, she threw the bags she carried into the back seat. Leaping into the front seat, she pulled the door clo...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
This is another story about the women who meet in the back room of the pub. They're a diverse bunch and each has their own tale to tell. Please enjoy! ***** "For fuck's sake, Helen, it's just a bunch of women! What are you getting so jittery about?" "It just doesn't feel right, sorry." Helen was one of my best friends. I've worked with her for years in t...
Amy carefully set my black bra, matching panties, garter belt and dark stockings. Tonight was my initiation into a woman's club she'd wanted me to join for months. I always hesitated because I didn't know if I was ready. Some of my hesitation comes from my age. I'm forty-five and Amy is only thirty-two. We became lovers last year, almost two years after my...
After three days one would have thought the jet lag had worn off. However, they remained once again inert on top of the mattress, unable to muster the effort to shake the covers off. It was a dry yet warm August day, and Fumiko's eyes blinked rhythmically in order to ward off the sleep. Her bed was a circular mattress with lavender colors and they were cover...
It was a lovely, warm, sunny day in August, and my friends from college - Kerri, Catie, and Randi - had all come to visit me. My husband had to be at work until late that evening, so it was a fun girly afternoon of sitting around the living room talking and reminiscing. All of a sudden my cell phone rang, and I ran off to the bedroom to answer it. It was Rav...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place many years ago in the past. It is rather long, but it features many characters who appear in several of my other stories. The FTA, as mentioned in the beginning of the story, stands for Future Teachers of America. As always, if large age differences and butch/femme dynamic is not your thing, please skip this story. For e...
THE BEGINNING. This is a spin off story from the Crossing Over series, I've decided to tell Melanie's story. She was Louise and Sigrid's boss at Westpac and after the death of her husband she got together with Sigrid's younger sister, Elke. It was always on my mind to explore Melanie's character and story in greater detail as she seemed such a strong woman...
Michelle's clit felt so swollen and sensitive between her fingers. Her eyes were closed, and her left hand rested against the soft stone tiles of the walk-in shower as the elegant rainstorm head enveloped her in cool water. Her mind raced with images of friends new and old but kept returning to the mysterious Dutch woman from the lobby. She threw her head...