I've been the star of Jubilee Court for more than 20 years now. Well, a star of it. If someone mentioned the name Sylvia Richardson it wouldn't mean a thing to most people; but say Val from Jubilee Court and everyone knows who you mean – the fiery, busty, sex-mad peroxide blonde queen of Britain's favourite TV soap opera, on the box at peak time three evenin...
I have no intention of boring the reader here, however I think it's important to inform the people who I am, how I got here, who's important in my life and how I came to meet my best friend, Jen Taylor. The first half of this chapter establishes all of that. The second half (and the chapters to come) are a bit more suited to the interests of the adult erotic...
"How do you say this word?" Katya asked her friend and tutor. The attractive brunette moved in close to her friend of 6 months. She and the lovely Dane had become immediate friends when Katya had started working in the coffee shop Sara frequented. Katya was taking night classes to improve her English, yet she was still struggling with idiom. Sara herself sp...
by BrettJ © 2011 Elissa Edwards sat at the table in the cafe, drumming her fingers on the table. She looked down at her watch and tried to calm her nerves. It was only 12:25; Morgan wasn't late, so why was she fidgeting so much? She could feel the admiring gazes she was getting from the other patrons, men and a number of women. She let herself bask in the...
I met her on the beach late in the summer, a stranger who would lead the way to my separate life. From the shade of a rented umbrella, I had watched her walk the pathway along the higher dunes. She paused at the top of the steps to survey the glare of sun and water, shading her sunglasses with her hand. Even from that distance she cut a distinctive figure, l...
In the end, it was the closet space that decided things. Strange, perhaps, that such a momentous decision (or what turned out to be such a momentous decision) was made entirely on the basis of closet space, but history is full of big moments that hinged on small choices. And both Erin and Janice wanted a lot of closet space. They were sitting in a Chinese...
One of the great things about living single in Manhattan is the over-active social scene. There are bars, clubs, parties here to cater to any desire imaginable, cuisine from all over the world, and the world's best entertainment options. Of course, this scene draws visitors like moths to a flame. Case in Point: Amy and Michelle. My company's budgeting proces...
Welcome back readers, The story continues. I really want to thank John Smith for editing and Heyall for his valuable pointers towards the story. Enjoy. ***** After we enter the bathroom, I keep walking till I reach the last stall. After six glasses of beer I'm feeling like my bladder is about to burst, but, still, I somehow manage to close the door, pull...
One night, Sophia visited Phoebe for dinner and a catch-up. As the evening turned to night and the red wine flowed unabated, they lost track of time. Finally, during a rare lull in the conversation, Sophia looked at the clock. "Oh my lord, look at the time! I should get going and let you get to bed." She stood up and took two wobbly steps on her high heels,...
Emily and I had been meeting up regularly ever since that first night to indulge in hour upon hour of delicious, wet, girl on girl fun. I was hooked – although I still liked men and how they made me feel, there was nothing like letting another woman explore your body and take you to new heights. As we lived quite a way apart, we found it was easier for both...