This is a letter that I meant to send to a friend I hadn't talked to in a while, chronicling all the sexy times he missed in the year we couldn't talk. It wound up being a little bit too racy for me to send to him with a clear conscience, so I'm posting it here. Maybe someone will enjoy it. All persons mentioned in this are over 18 years of age. I'm suppos...
We had been sixteen and so incredibly beautiful. Despite our teenage insecurities of being too fat, the photograph proved we had both been stunners ten years ago. Germaine; or Gemmy as I preferred to call her; and I must have been the envy of the world in our post-pubescent years. And now, aged 26, I’m sitting in my kitchen and reminiscing about that somewh...
It was last spring when I first meet Sandra; she lived about an hour away in a neighboring state. My husband, Rick, and I had gone with our church to help fix up an old widow's home. Sandra attended our sister church and they had also joined us. We had only been at the house a few minutes when their bus pulled up. I remember the moment I first saw Sandra; sh...
I had never in my life had a foursome. But shit happens. Ashleigh, Andorra, and Cherry were standing before me, looking like a trio of godly angels. All wearing white, all looking fucking sexy. Ashleigh's hair was long, curly, and red, the way she said she would dye it once. Before she passed. It was kind of like Rihanna's, but it worked for her. Her sna...
Stephanie: the Fourth Session Aftermath I've put this episode in the LESBIAN section, firstly because it deals only with lesbian sex, ie. there are no men in it, and secondly I'd love for it to be read (and enjoyed) by lesbians. BUT!!! Note: there are references to 'buggery' and 'spunk' in it (it is part of a series in the ANAL section). So please avoid i...
Sometimes I took a certain perverse pleasure in chiding Gretchen in front of guests, but on this occasion I was genuinely irritated. Or I thought I was!!!" Normally neat enough in her movements, discreet and self-effacing, Gretchen upset the cream jug on the coffee table dangerously near to the elegant knees grouped around it. I angrily ordered her to get a...
I hate getting lost in the car and lost I most certainly was. I had been traveling through wooded roads for hours it seemed (okay, not really) looking for Camp Cheer-Lee-Dah where I was to begin as a summer instructor. My GPS, handheld, not built into my old small sedan, seemed to be taking me through one small road to another deeper in the woods. I'm pretty...
When I woke in the morning it was early and Yvonne was still coiled into a ball and fast asleep. I watched her for a while but then decided to get up. I put on a bath robe and headed down to the kitchen. I made coffee and sat at the rustic table and thought over the happenings of the past couple of days. I began to wonder how far I could push Yvonne. I had t...
The doors swung open, and I stood before her, flanked by two of her zombie underlings. Even though I took this to be her personal bedroom, the stench of death and decay was unmistakable and unavoidable. The thought of who I might see on the other side of that door bothered me more than the two shambling corpses who had escorted me here. She was a Necromancer...
How you met her and became good friends is a long story. But still, it all happened very quickly. It is difficult to believe you had only known her for about four months. But then again, when you meet someone and everything "clicks", time is not the issue. And there was something very different about this friendship. There has been an underlying tension...a...