A NIGHT OF PASSION Kay has decided to take the investigation to the next level, which is a risk considering it's a cold case. It's not the only risk she takes however as Nickie takes matters into her own hands after work for a night of passion. Aussie Lingo 101. Back Door Merchant/man: This sexual innuendo is very picturesque, it refers to an actual door...
My name's Ellie -- and I'm a slut. Well, I must be -- if you look in a dictionary, it describes me just right. Well, some of the time anyway. Most of the time, the dictionary is wrong about me. But then, every now and again, I get a deep aching in the base of my belly, an aching that reaches up to my breasts and down to my pussy, an aching that makes my nip...
If you are new to Ellie and Jody, STOP. Go back to the beginning, you won't be sorry. This is a love story. Yes there's plenty of sex in the series, but ultimately my goal is to write a real love story. I work hard to create depth and realism in my characters. PLEASE Favorite, leave a comment and send me some feedback! ****************** Thanksgiving was...
Ever since Angela's parents had accepted that she was with a woman, she has been happier than before. And the fact that they'd met me had made the rest of Angela's year. Granted, the day could've gone better than it did, but Angela said she would not have changed a single thing about it - not the time I stepped on her fathers toes, literally, when I went in...
Leslie wasted no time and slipped down to Julia's warm full breasts, her lips encircled each nipple in turn and gently tugged at them as she nursed. Julia was in heaven; her hands kneaded Leslies' hair as Leslie enjoyed giving Julia the same pleasure Julia had just given her. Her tongue encircled each areola slowly and left small traces of her warm saliva o...
This story is directly inspired by my recent visit to Stockholm and I've tried to describe the city as best as possible after only three nights there. I wrote it from a Swedish woman's POV just to see how far I can push the envelope. It's a fun little piece while I work on the sequel for The Singer. Not sure how far I can take this story but we'll see, I hav...
Angelika is a beautiful German girl I met a few months ago while visiting Veronica and George, some American friends who live in a small town just south of Dallas in the Lone Star State. As I boarded the plane in Adelaide for a few weeks holiday in the United States, I had no inkling what was in store and what transpired was certainly not planned, stage man...
Part 2 It had been unseasonably warm during the weeks Debbie and I had been together back in the UK, but the heat that washed over us as we climbed from the air-conditioned 737 on the runway at Nice was almost overwhelming. "ETA on clothing departure is about ninety minutes," Debbie assured me. "You might have got that wrong by about eighty-nine," I said,...
Clare and I had been talking about a camping trip for months. A chance to leave the city and it's hectic life behind and spend a week camping in the wilds of France; that is, if there was still such a thing as a wilderness to be found anywhere in Europe. If there was, we thought it must be in central France, away from the family campsites and crowds of touri...
Lisa Smith walked in through the front door of her flat and smelt the familiar feel of her home. She dropped her case and just stood, breathing in the slightly stale air. Leaning back slightly she felt the wall touch her shoulder blades and she smiled. Picking up her case she made her way to the kitchen and dropped it by the washing machine. Unzipping it she...