The orange color of my mood ring that I wore as an affectation transfixed me and tangibly reflected my spiraling speculative journey. A toast had changed my carefree evening into one that was fraught with personal exposure. I stood frozen holding a wine glass up in the air. I did not know what to do. I had been flirting all night with this woman who was my...
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by characters in this story are not necessarily those of the author. A...
This is my entry for the "In a Sunburned Country" writers' challenge. This is the first time I have entered one of the contests, so I can only hope not to make a royal mess of it. The most Aussie thing I know is cricket, so it is the focal point of the story. For those not familiar with the sport (basically everyone not from a handful of former British colon...
Veronique Angelus is the name. A six-foot-one, dark-skinned, voluptuous and big-bottomed young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. People constantly tell them I remind them of professional tennis player Serena Williams. That's cool because she's my idol. A strong Black woman. Just call me the ultimate tomboy. I'm a pre-med student at t...
Alice flopped on the bed, exhausted by the weight of her new flesh. "I've waited so long to see you and you just sleep," said Lucinda sulkily. Alice grunted. "I've so much to ask, you've so much to tell me. Do you like your new body? Francesca was physically blessed but I wish it was all you, but I feel your spirit in there, I feel so close to you and I'm...
Saturday arrived and I was there at the salon at nine thirty. Ten o'clock came and no Ashlyn. After fifteen minutes, I was beginning to wonder if the girl had chickened out at her chance to meet her idol when I heard a timid knock at the front door. There she stood, still wearing the same baggy style clothing that she always wore and clutching a leather satc...
Clara is also a writer of erotic fiction. She tells me that she's 27, slim, quite pretty (she thinks) quite sexy with a pussy that loves to be loved, suggested I try it! We met through a mutual 'fan', exchanging many ideas and thoughts, writing episodes of stories together, masturbating together. We became close cyber friends for several months until Clara,...
Jocelyn was new in town, and, right away, she was in trouble socially. The "regular" girls at school saw her as an oddball because she came from a city out West. Jocelyn looked different, talked different, and acted different. She was a foreigner to these sheltered teens. It didn't help that her small size made her appear young when, in fact, she was one...
The hallway was cold and drafty. Silently I stood outside the oak-panelled door, softly kicking my heels against the wall. I had endured the first half hour of my wait with a growing apprehension and now, chilled and weary, I could feel the fear gripping me, wrapping itself around my shoulders like a dark December night. 'Come!' summoned the voice within....
Retired AV idol Yuki Kusanagi, a.k.a "Snow Princess," tells the story of her rather late sexual awaken (during her first year of college) and of her desperate effort to lose her virginity. Based on characters that appear in "Becoming the Snow Princess" and "Rie's Dress." In high school, when they ask you to answer those "career goals" questionnaires, no one...