When Megan awoke in the morning, the clock read 10:56. Though she felt a little bit lazy having slept so wait, this was overridden by how well rested she was. She had really needed a good, long sleep like that after the previous nights exertions. As she climbed out of bed, Megan was shocked by the size and beauty of her room. She hadn't noticed the night be...
"Damn" was all I could manage to say the first time I laid eyes on her. The moment she walked into the bar I couldn't take my eyes off her. The lights from the street behind her put a glow around her like the angel she appeared to be. She looked to be around 5 foot 8 inches weighing in at approximately 115 pounds, without a flaw on her that I could see; thou...
Caren Yeager swung her 1955 Mercedes-Benz 300SL off the San Diego freeway and expertly gunned it towards her on the city's outskirts. She ran a leather-gloved hand smoothly over the gleaming wooden steering wheel and thought how superbly the black leather looked on the wheel, as if it belonged. Had her car been a Bentley, or a Porsche, even, such gloves woul...
It is the little things that capture the imagination. The devil - the horny little devil - is in the detail. My eye is always drawn to the smaller picture. You can keep your supermodel looks and your Harvard MBAs, I'm far more likely to be drawn to a nicely turned ankle, the shape of a bra through a top, or a skirt curving neatly and snugly around an ass. On...
Author's Note: This story contains reluctant sex and forced lesbianism. *** The first thing I did after leaving Angela's office was call my manager at Starbucks and tell him I was sick, yet again. The hesitation before he replied let me know what was coming. "Michelle, look, you are great when you are here, but you are just too unreliable. I know acting i...
DISCLAIMERS: This story is a work of fiction; any apparent resemblance between the characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18 or if explicit sexual fiction is illegal in your jurisdiction. WARNING: If lesbian sex upset you - find something e...
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (February 2004) Heather and Ingrid arrived in Perth, Western Australia, almost twenty months after they'd started their world tour. Up to that point they hadn't done too badly with their travelling budget, walking incredible distances, using the cheapest forms of transport if they absolutely had to . . . and only ever flying as a last res...
Althea Markos remained awestruck as she sat in the living room of the gorgeous Beverly Hills home. She was sitting across from a potential client who was a famous novelist looking to host a small dinner party. While they spoke, she did her best to hide the fact that she was intimidated by this woman. Althea was still fresh from culinary school, and although...
I cheerily 'waved off' the Fire Brigade, eased the sticky material away from my crotch and set off back to my office. I was eager get back on the job and get my lips and tongue back to work kissing and lapping the contents of a certain lacy, black bra that was waiting patiently for me back in my office. I first went to the staffroom to get my 'emergency' clo...
I met her in the dressing room of the new, trendy clothing store in the mall. It was one big room with wall to wall mirrors. No stalls to change in or curtains to hide behind. Nope. It was all out in the open. Since the room was empty I decided to go for it. I had this really cute outfit that I wanted to buy to go out clubbing later on and I really wanted...