I had been driving limo part-time now for a few months. It was an easy job for the most except when I got the odd temperamental client now and then. It was mostly the women who gave me a bit of a rough time. Wanting me to have the door open the minute the car came to a stop – things like that. Today I was picking up a new client. None of the other drivers k...
"I can't believe you're doing this to me!" Annabelle Martins just laughed on the other end of the phone, ignoring the despair in my voice and the obvious accompanying tears. "I don't give a shit, Tawnya. Reggie's dead and the house is mine so you have three days to get your shit and get the fuck out." The dial tone ringing in my ear was my indication that...
Flight Attendance Part 1 - Take Off I stepped into the foyer of our apartment, relieved to be able to put down my bags and kick off my shoes. The best part of a business trip is coming home. Knowing you are waiting for me. Twenty-four hours ago as I boarded the plane I had held an image of you, fired by that last crazy night of phone sex – me in the envel...
This is a highly embellished account of something that happened to me during a recent cruise holiday. As with most of my stories, there is quite a lot of 'scene setting' (during Days 1 and 2) before any real action takes place. I intend this series to follow a range of scenarios over a period of 10 days (time permitting), beginning with a lesbian seduction...
I went to a very exclusive boarding school with a very unusual secret that not many people know about (including the parents). Up until the sixth form everything was very normal, the standard lessons and exams and school dramas. Everything changed in the sixth form, which was housed in a separate building, at the back of the campus, the other side of the s...
Hello again readers. I've been quite busy, but I've spent my little free time typing up stories. I've noticed that some of the stories in the site are about sex, sex, sex, and, oh, more sex. I know most people here seek these kinds of stories, but there are people like me who thinks everything is not necessarily about sex. Sure, I realized that this is a Les...
I sat on my bed in just my red silk bathrobe sipping a glass of wine when I heard my laptop ding. An email from my brand new boss. Good evening, Colette. I'm thrilled to welcome such a promising young woman to the Lace Club team. I want you to dive head first into the lifestyle you will soon be marketing to women everywhere. Please fill out the attached fo...
Authors' notes: First it's important to note, this is not a work of fiction. It's the true story of my wife's and my life. Therefore some parts of the story don't have the perfect sexual fantasy fulfillment that you might be looking for. However, our truth is still very erotic it's my hope that our readers will find the real story more powerful and sexually...
Type. Type type. Once in a while, the dark-haired young woman keeps glancing on the clock. Almost 5 o'clock already. She promised her friends to meet them in Club Revon at 6 o'clock, the lesbian club that they usually hang out together. She only got one hour to go home to change and get ready. Ding. Ding. Ding. It's 5 o'clock already. Erin saves her work,...
In the dim light in the alley, we are visible to anyone passing by who might turn and look our way. Their attention drawn by either a movement or a sound from us. But neither of us cares. The alley is close to the cross street that runs in front of the club half a block from us. Music drifts to us, loud then muted as the door open and closes with the club's...