Twelve While Samba was occupied with Eva, Valera had reached her hut and found it empty. At first she thought that the leader could be busy with something; but as time went by, she began to think that Samba had forgotten their appointment. Perhaps she was with one of her lovers? The girl felt confused: Samba had asked her to come – why would she go with ano...
I'll never leave you alone, I'll never leave just a memory. I'll never leave you alone in the garden Where nothing grows. – Harry Nilsson Amelia Thorn, 'Amy' to pretty much everyone except her daughter, looks across the Corian vanity top in the master bathroom, to the mirror fixed to the papered wall. The wall is patterned with small and large seashells,...
Bonus story-time again. Velette is back as the centerpiece of this one. If you enjoyed "The Voxe: A Girl And Her Music" and wanted more of our fictitious rock star heroine, then you're in luck; this is its sequel—again, written in first-person, from the P.O.V. of Velette, "the Voxe" herself. And this new Voxe narrative's dedicated to one very special, very l...
Christa woke slowly, easing out of her dream world and back into the real one. She was able to enjoy the comfortable bed, and the warm, soft body next to her made the transition from sleeping to awake very enjoyable. Sue slept soundly next to her in the big bed, and the room was still dark, although a false dawn bathed the room with its weak luminescence. Th...
I started writing this about a year ago. The story is based upon truth, names and a few other little details were disguised to protect the innocent. It's not all sex and action, more about falling in love, and being in love. I tried to make the sex scenes sensual rather than blatant, so I don't really care if it gets low ratings. However any feedback will be...
Author's Note: As the title suggests, this story picks up from A Date With The Devil. It also includes a degree of male/female sex and unholy acts, which some people may find disturbing. ***** Chapter Nine (Saturday 5th June 2010) Mary Rose had sailed through her Friday evening function with great aplomb. Well, visibly she had. None of the other attende...
This story is set in the same 'Universe' as my Beth's Summer Break series but is completely independent. Probably less explicit than some of my stuff, it is a bit of a slow-burner. Eagle-eyed readers with long memories may recognise some of the little cameos from characters in earlier works. ***** One I walked through the village with a sense of dread, cu...
This story is a little longer but I've decided to keep it in one piece to avoid losing the rhythm. It's told in the First Person from the viewpoint of Ellen and because it's set in 1963 I've tried to keep the language as real as possible. The inspiration behind this story came from a picture of a ticket to the dinner JFK was supposed to attend the night of t...
Introduction This is going to be a short intro because by now you either know me or you don't. I'm twenty-six, a devout lesbian and I have a penchant for beautiful girls. By that I mean my ugly mug attracts a lot of stunners and I'm never capable of saying "no". Well I wouldn't be, would I? Okay. So last time I left you rather abruptly, halfway through a...
Ellen was briefly mentioned in Jodie's Story and I've decided to write a story about Ellen. It's a little more visceral than my usual stories, so my apologies to anyone with a phobia about guns. I've tried to handle the theme of domestic violence as sensitively as possible but it is what it is. For those struggling with the terms biker and bikie as used in A...