It was almost three in the morning. They were all exhausted. Keith was tied to the bed still and covered in tongue-missed come residue and spit. There was some on his chin from where it dripped down Jess's body. Vivica tried to lick it all off both of them but she knew she didn't get it all. Worse, she knew, Keith would be hyper aware of it. If Jess found ou...
THE RIPPLING WATERS Still grieving over the death of her sister, Louise has become best friends with her co-worker at the bank, Sigrid Fønsmark. She is well aware of Sigrid's sexual orientation and takes steps to prevent a friendship turning into something else. A late night encounter that nearly tips them over the edge merely strengthens her resolve to mai...
-19- Looking to Sami with a sidelong glance, Jena safely piloted her car into the west-bound lanes of I-10, driving them back to the City. "You okay?" Jena asked softly, "You can cry, Sami; it's alright for you to cry, baby." "I'm okay, Jena," Sami replied, than snorted a bit, "I mean, as okay as I can be, I guess." But Sami couldn't cry; Sami couldn't c...
TRACEY'S ACCOUNT In Tracey's account we fill in a bit of background information. Admittedly it's not as steamy as part one but I needed to flesh out Tracey's character a little more. I like the way it's turned out though and there are ideas floating around in my evil little brain for other spin off stories, like Anita's first time. The character Saoirse is...
"I can't believe you made me come here. I'm not comfortable in the place." Sandi looked nervously around the room being careful not make eye contact with anyone. "Christ Sand, it's just a bar.,” remarked Jess. "No, it's a gay bar." Sandi whispered back. "What if someone talks to me?" Jess turned in her chair to face her friend. "First, you don't have to w...
Author's Note: This is a story about Leigh, a girl who doesn't know what she wants, and a woman who is just too much. After being urged to set herself free, Leigh learns about all the different ways to leave a lover. Drop Off The Key is my contribution to the 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover event. ** We descended a narrow set of wooden stairs, the steps bare...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 7 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MY LOVER PAYS ME A VISIT -- OR WAS IT THE HEAD OF HR? I spent 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...
I have been married for about six years now. The first five with Chuck were some of the best of my life. I am 31 years old now and for the last year, I have been pretty much alone. It seems as though Chuck has started going out pretty frequently with "the guys", usually to one of the local strip joints. When he finally rolls in after closing the joint, he sa...
It made me feel such a voyeur, but I couldn't help it. What was I supposed to do -- go to bed wearing earplugs, or playing music at loud volume? My flatmate Victoria was putting me nightly through erotic hell. She'd return home each evening with her new girlfriend, and the two of them would proceed to have very noisy sex together for what seemed like hours....