First of all, I call myself a slut, not with shame, but with pride. Webster's defines slut as first, a slovenly girl, second as a promiscuous girl, then as a prostitute and a saucy girl, and finally a minx - which sounds to me like a small furry animal. I don't know where they get off with slovenly, I mean, I have very high standards of personal cleanliness,...
"Tami, are you up there?" Cynthia Craig called out as she stood on the third step of the circular spiral staircase. The T-shirt clad eighteen-year-old was a member of the high school's library squad. The object of her search, Tamika Ryan, was one of the squad's Lieutenants. "Tami," she repeated as she moved up a few steps. "there's someone down here to s...
Chapter One (October 2001, Lancashire) Walking down the usual, everyday street Heather caught sight of her reflection in the usual, everyday shop window. And modesty aside, she was impressed. Tall, raven-haired and needing no makeup at all she cut an impressive figure. Even in her student togs she was a sight to be seen; self-supporting, not needing a bra,...
Smokey Saga #75: "Squeal II: The Art Of The Sequel" ***** The consensus re: the original story "The Art Of The Squeal" (Saga #63) was that a sequel indeed be in order. So while it may have taken me a while to get around to it, here it is. If you liked the playful bondage and torment elements in the original, I'm sure you'll be fond of and pleased with this...
It was a wicked East Sussex night, the rain was coming down in sheets and the wind was howling. But I looked at the television programmes and they were rubbish – I wasn't interested in some old black and white movie, or how to buy a villa in Tuscany (dream on!) or a quiz programme about sports. So I decided to put on a shiny black plastic mac on over my dres...
Settle in, my sweet lebbis and gents, for we are charting some new territory. This is a heart-wrencher, and a period piece. New story, new characters, old era. I'm taking you way back to my early, early years for this one. Not that I'm ancient, mind you whippersnappers. If you were around to enjoy the mid-1980s, welcome back. If not, take my word for it: the...
I rolled over, turned off the bedside light and returned to Lucie's arms. Looking into her face, I asked "How will your mother take this, my love? I'm a bit worried. When we went there first I not only told her that we were just friends but that I was straight, and here we are now climbing all over each other. I think that when I rip your panties off and we...
"Night," I said as I got up and looked at him. He only replied with a grunt as he was already nearly asleep. I closed the door to the living room, leaving him sat in his arm chair, his trousers round his ankles and his penis, already flaccid with a small dribble of semen that I had missed. I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and chin and ran my hand...
Chapter One (February 2002) Heather came awake with a jolt, surprised to be surrounded by darkness. Semi-dazed as she was two questions occurred to her immediately: “Where?” and “How?” “How” wasn’t too tricky to answer. It had been James’s twenty-first party last night. James was on her course but had taken a year out before starting university. He also h...
Author's note: - This is a follow on to the previous episode of Becca XXX Double Trouble. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters. Becca XXX. Double Trouble. Ch 02 I awoke to the smell of toast and coffee and the sound of Natalie tapping away at the keyboard of her laptop. I had my morning pee and cleaned my t...