Our love life had been a bit stale as of late. Not too surprising--when you've known a girl for eight years and lived with her for four, you're bound to hit a few dry spells now and then. The night before, as I turned out the lamp on the nightstand and slipped into the sheets, Gretchen told me that she had something planned that would get us out of our dold...
I've been dropping little hints about it all week. If I ever get my ass to the store for a much needed little something, it promises to be exciting. I mentioned duct tape, but you suggested velvet rope. Either would do. But when we finally get home, I'm going to start with the blindfold. I'm going to lead you into the bedroom, I'm going to tie it tight aroun...
My heart was pounding a mile a minute the night I met BethAnne (or I guess you could say the night I "bought" BethAnne). I had heard about the slave auctions at one of the famous S&M clubs in downtown New York City on a Friday night. I went there not knowing what to expect. There were an awful lot of weird characters there and I really felt out of place. I m...
We take a drive in the country to a place we have never gone before for the weekend. We drive deep into a wooded forest and pull up to a stone cottage. You begin putting away the groceries and I begin lighting a fire in the den to take the chill out of the air. I take in the bags placing them in a hidden bedroom, pulling the door closed tightly behind me....
Episode Five: Kimmy the Surfer Babe DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of fiction. It features a public person as a character, but strictly in a fictional setting that in no way implies the private interests or personal behavior of the public person in fact parallels the scenes depicted below. This article has not been approved by or presented to the...
August heat rolled in the open door of my town's only ice cream parlor. I had worked the place every summer for three years, and the air conditioner hadn't worked for any of them. The uniforms didn't help much; the thick red and white cotton of my dress stuck to my damp skin, and kept riding up my thighs. It was 5pm, almost closing time, and the shop was sl...
Once Miss White had left, Kristin and Sasha untied Jenny and helped her into her clothes. She was a little wobbly on her feet, tears had dried on her cheeks, but her mouth was twisted into a sideways smile, like she had been knocked out and gone to a happy place. Her eyes seemed to be looking far into the distance. Kristin put one strong arm around Jenny's n...
The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not an adult is hereby warned to go away. ***** Kelsy had a liking for cool upper-class blondes, the long-legged girls from Lake Forest and Winnetka who came into the city to cruise the lesbian bars looking for breathless ecstasies. Kelsy thought of them as icebergs that needed melting, these girls...
There are so many paths one can take in life. The same holds true for men and women. Some truths are simply universal. Like the fact that there is an exception to every rule. My name is Miranda Brownstone and I'm the Athletic Director of Randall College in the town of Norwood, Massachusetts. The first woman and the first Black person to hold that position in...
Victoria's fake email was to be [email protected], while Lola's was to be [email protected]. It was all a new experience for Victoria, sleeping with a woman, and a teacher at her school to boot. As graduation grew nearer, she decided to attend Western Washington University as they had the best education program in the state, and informed her mothe...