What Is Love! Hello! My beautiful readers. This is the first time I am writing, so spare me with as much criticism as you all can. Thank you. ***** What is love? This question pops into every human's mind multiple times a day. Some people are happy to find true love, some suffer to find it whole life. But this word is not in my dictionary as far as I kno...
It started quite innocently. Ok maybe I should rephrase that. There was not much innocent about the discussion I found myself deeply engaged in that evening. She was a blonde. Actually blonde always seems, at least to me as being hair that has a golden honey glow, long and straight. You get the idea. This woman's hair was white. Almost albino white. I could...
"Diane, it's going to rain." "I know." She grinned at me. I could see where my lipstick had smudged on her teeth. I moved to get up off the ground. The grass was already warm when we sat down, the sun was bright an hour ago. But as with any spring weather, it was hard to predict. Rain clouds moved heavy and low across the horizon. Diane wouldn't let me g...
Recap: I fantasized about my wife, Tami, have sex with another woman. Online, I emailed a lesbian, Becky, and set up a “date” at our house. After a night of watching them make each other cum, I fell happily asleep. When I awoke, I caught them about to drive away in Becky’s car. I suddenly feared that introducing Tami to lesbian sex meant I could lose her—for...
Willow was a young, naïve, innocent girl who had just been out of high school for a year when the unexpected happened to her, something that changed her happy-go-lucky life into a living hell. From the time she became aware of her sexuality and was trying to come to some conclusions about herself and her sexual orientation, she lived an uncertain life. She...
Chapter One (September 1997) Angie stopped one step inside the Union Bar. It was Friday night, seven o'clock and already busier by far than she'd ever seen. Then again, she had only been at uni a week, and for Freshers' Week at that. Maybe this was the way ahead. Maybe this was how Friday nights would always be. Meaning bars jam-packed with students of a...
Mary sat on a bench while reading a letter that Brad had left for her on his cabin door. She already read it once before but was rereading it to make some sense out of it. What Mary had read in the letter left her shock and with some uncertainty about how to handle it. He wrote that she deserved to know the truth about him and why he did the things he did wi...
It's been a couple of years now since I completed the ritual and claimed Carrie's soul. She has turned out to be a real asset to my now growing list of women that perform for me. I could never replace her like I once thought I could, her being my first soul possession and by far my favorite. I guess she was the most pure and most challenging. I can still se...
Sister Act, Part 1 Sandra moves in The best thing Dave ever did for me was invite his sister to live with us. He was shocked when he came home from work early one day, and discovered us together in bed. I heard a gasp and then him saying "Holy Shit! I can't believe this.!" Sandra fled from our bedroom to hers; I faced Dave alone. "Don't make such a big f...
DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARTERS ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTS IN THIS WORK OF FICTION ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER. ***** Tapping of high heels on solid wooden floors echoed loudly in Lua's ears. Feelings of nausea turned summersaults in the pit of her stomach as sounds of fingernails rapping lightly on the wall outside the nursery door hung in the air. She knew that meant...