Hi readers! I'm writing this story on behalf of my friend who shared her experience with me. She wanted to share her experience with others, and decided this would be an excellent way of reaching people of similar interests. The following first person account is exactly the way she narrated it. * My name is Kashish, and this is the story of how my life cha...
Kat severs all ties with her past and begins her search for the North Wind. Connie continues her search for the East Wind. Things sizzle at The Springs Bed and Breakfast. Kat wheeled her Harley through the San Francisco freeways, and when she pulled into the driveway of a gated down town high rise, she pushed a small button on her remote, and the iron gate...
Disclaimer: Do not read further if you are under the age of eighteen or are otherwise prohibited by law to view sexually explicit material. All characters engaging in any sexual activity in this story are at least 18 years of age. Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without express consent from the author (me!). This is the sixth...
Lisa struggled against the uncomfortable position, but it was no use. Her head was stuck through one hole in the pillory, and her hands through two others. She was standing, and her ankles were trapped as well, leaving her forcibly immobile in a bent-over position. Worse, her ankles were trapped painfully far apart and forward, which meant that her hips and...
Margaret completed freshman registration at State College. She had the courses that she wanted and the schedule. As she was exiting the registration hall she walked past the tables representing the various student organizations. One caught her eye. The table was staffed by girls who seemed to be "like" her. Margaret, or "Mags" as she preferred to be called,...
Disclaimers: I own the story/characters/everything that's in between. Keep your mittens to yourself. The rest is my usual. Again, thank you for the feedback – some comments come from anonymous sources so I would like to take this chance, yet again, to profess my gratitude for all the beautiful and amazingly sweet remarks. I thrive on them! Hope you enjo...
Jamaica had been a disaster for Janice Coughlin. It shouldn't have surprised her, after all everyone knew her by her nickname of Jinx. As far back as she could remember, and even beyond, fate had seemed to hold a grudge against her. She wasn't clumsy or stupid, but everything that conceivably could go wrong always seemed to do so. Even when things did go rig...
April When I got back from taking Gerri to school and dropping Brian at his play school, a moving van was parked in front of the Adams place, two doors down. Of course it was no longer the Adams place. Since it was a warm spring day, I thought a pitcher of lemonade would be a good introduction to the neighborhood. The woman who was standing on the sidewalk...
The early night air was warm and the skies clear enough to see the crescent moon shining brightly, the stars around acting like a thousand small fireflies as they danced gracefully, adding to the beauty. A tall, lone figure descended the Central Library steps on this particular New Zealand Spring night, late in the season, it was November. The figure paused...
My real sexual education started in college in my junior year. I'd had the same roommate for two years but she'd dropped out, then Eileen came into my life. We were the same age and build, shapely, pretty, buxom and the opposites in disposition. Except for the fact that I'm a blonde, and she's brunette, we could pass for sisters. I was shy and a follower, wh...