Taking off from Cape Town International Airport was always a slightly liberating feeling. Whatever the destination, a day or two, perhaps a week away from the family lay ahead. But this time it was different. You were flying off to investigate a story in Northern Kenya, and had booked a secluded beach cottage, an old colonial retreat complete with huge fire...
The snow fell slowly, in big downy flakes. It wasn't a blizzard by any means, Ashley had seen far worse, but it was more than enough to mess with traffic. Between that and the regular Friday evening exodus heading north now that the skiing was good, her car moved at a crawl. Actually, a crawl would have been an improvement. At the moment she wasn't moving at...
Michelle was a twenty one year old college student. She knew she was attracted to girls ever since she was a teenager. When she discovered masturbation, she would often think of girls as often as guys. She was fine with this but kept it to herself. She had a normal teen age life, culminating in graduating high school and going to college. She had a normal pr...
He woke her up at a quarter to five in the morning. The sun hadn't risen yet, and in the darkness of their bedroom he slid down beneath the sheets and parted her thighs, and woke her with long, probing licks. She grew wet almost immediately, and he moved over her, slid himself inside her. They kissed deeply, and he placed a hand between their stomachs, his t...
I remember when the story began, it was a Tuesday. Cici had just come home and she was very excited. My name is Wendy and Cici is my roommate, my best friend and we're both 20 years old. We're both Bi but prefer men, although we do have sex a lot with each other. We're the only women either of us have ever us has been with. And we're both small women with...
Note: This story was inspired by Khachaturian's Masquerade Waltz, so in an attempt to try something new, I've set it this piece to music. Though the music isn't entirely period correct to New York's Gilded Age where our story takes place, I hope you'll enjoy it all the same. -AG Suggested Playlist: Jazz Suite No. 2: VI. Waltz -- Dmitri Shostakovich (1938)...
2. Another Satisfied Customer "Come on poppet," James Hedley-Wilson said impatiently, sweeping a hand through his greying hair as once again he had to wait for her to catch up. "Sorry, James, it's these new shoes," the flustered young woman said as she skipped along, her dangerously high heels rattling against the paving stones. "I only said I liked you i...
[Thank you to everyone who has commented and sent feedback to me on this series. I realise the last update was quite some time ago so people probably have moved on but after reading some of the comments I wanted to add one final addition. There isn't much sex in this just as a heads up!] ***** "Have you pinched my Glossier dew drops?!" Lauren shouted from...
I'm brand new here. I haven't even lurked. I stumbled on this site and I never thought I would share any of my stories with anyone, but this kind of feels cathartic. I really don't regret a single minute of any of my experiences or sharing them with others and I think this might be the place to do it. I am a college junior. Platinum blonde, blue-eyed, five...
Sally's Story To say that the entrance hall to The House of Octavia is imposing would hardly do justice to the marble floor, the crystal chandeliers, the shimmering fountains and tropical plants. The opulence spoke of enormous extravagance. To anyone with less than a six figure annual income, it would feel intimidated. Sally Heathery did not have a six fig...