It was Friday night, late February. Michelle wondered if she would be able to make it to March Break. She was in her first year of teaching, and she was exhausted. It had been a great year so far, but there were so many things to do, so many student needs to meet. Every time something went wrong or things didn't go according to plan, she suffered with self d...
Disclaimer: This work contains material of explicit nature. If you are not of mature age or take offense at this type of material the author advises that you read no further. I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself, my name is..., well I won't tell you my real name, but there's this girl I like, and I'm sure she won't mind lending me hers, so think o...
Thanks to my dear female readers I was able to collect some real first lesbian experiences of my readers. A big thanks to Jade, Marie, Karin and Sabine and many kisses to you for being so kind. The following pages are the true first times of four women. I hope that some of my female readers will be so kind and helpful to tell me about their first times, so t...
Sometimes when I’m writing, I try to write with purpose. I try to write a story with a compelling theme or message, with a well-thought-out and interesting plot that will stick with you and make you feel something that makes it transcend normal wank material to become something more. Other times, I hornily mash my keyboard for a few hours until I’ve got a b...
Disclaimers: Mine, as always. Sex, love, rock and roll. Okay, no rock and roll, and I know it's supposed to be 'drugs' but I'm not into that. It's just a piece of steamy fluff to get my creative juices back into flowing order. Hope you like enough to let me know it. I always appreciate feedback, and respond right away! *** The motion of the waves brought...
My stomach churned as I heard a solid knocking on the door. Each thump from the wood created another somersault in the pit of my gut. Needless to say, I was nervous. It was my oldest friend, from elementary to our final year in highschool. Like most friendships ours fell out after we went to separate colleges and talked less and less. I hadn't seen her for t...
I don't think I will ever forget that weekend I spent at Meg's. It was the beginning of summer, and I had a couple of days to kill in the city before flying back home. Meg had decided to stay and work for the duration of the summer at the museum, and so she'd rented this small one bedroom apartment downtown. It was the coziest little place you ever saw, and...
Chapter One Jerilyn stared at the phone as it rang a second time. The caller ID showed her husband's name and since it was almost her bedtime she knew what to expect. When she answered the phone, Antony would start the nightly routine he established almost two years ago and tell her he had to stay at work. Again. It rang a third time and Jerilyn scowled...
How does one begin? How do you write about the secrets that haunt you, the thoughts you keep even from yourself? Worse, how do you not express the things you hide in the dark? Letting them out seems terrifying, but keeping them in is eating me alive. I can't think about it by myself. I can't talk about it with my husband. I don't know what my friends would...
When agent K1 regained consciousness everything was black. Her head hurt as if her old soccer team had been using it for the ball. She quickly dismissed any thoughts of being dead. There was no way that being dead could hurt this much. Her brain was trying to work but things were still really fuzzy. What had happened? Where was she? K1 was a member of a se...