"Where the fuck have you been!" Jenny almost screamed at Pat when he opened the front door. "What do you mean honey, it's Friday, you know I always work 'til six on a Friday." Pat said cautiously, they had been together for two years and in all that time he had never seen Jenny looking as pissed off as she did tonight. "Oh yeah! Well I rang you at work tod...
Marco had called me, as usual, at the most rotten time. But I guess that's how ex-boyfriends are. I was on my way out for a night of clubbing with my friends so I was totally dressed to impress. Short skirt, high heels, low-cut top that just barely covered me. Yup, the combination of my breasts and my Asian looks were hard to beat. But like I said, Marco c...
A great weight had been lifted when Stina broke the ice and established the fact that we were now an item. Her expectations weren’t as shocking as one would expect and I could comfortably accommodate her provided she made these requests clear. The message and delivery were so far well received. There was tranquility in submission. Any attempt to command resp...
INTRODUCTION Hello all. My name is Sarah-Jane, I am 52 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall of average size, well slightly over average, with brown short hair and blue eyes. I have been told I am of cute appearance but I take no notice of that. I was brought up in a vicarage as my father was a vicar so I did have a strict upbringing. Sadly my parents are no lon...
Note: The only instance of hetero sex in this story happens in this chapter, hence why it's in the "Lesbian Sex" category. -- My apartment's never been that bad. I have enough space. I have a nice view of the town from my balcony and the barking dogs only wake me up at night sometimes. If I had to change something... "Oh fuck! Agh, you're so fucking hot,...
Onyx and Tiffany had been friends since Kindergarten, the kind of friends that always seemed to be joined at the hip. Their friends thought it was cute and had nicknamed them "Ebony and Ivory" after the then-popular song, Onyx being dark as the stone for which she was named and Tiffany being about as blonde as any girl could get. Their teachers rarely saw th...
MY INTERLUDE: MOVING ON In the spirit of openness, Tess has written her own interlude, telling of the other women she loved and lost before Karin arrived in Australia. Author's note: The film Petrov, mentioned towards the end of the story is my own fictional creation introduced purely to drive the plot forward. There was, I believe a film about the Petrov...
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...
CHAPTER ONE Hi, I'm Katrina. You might have heard of me before, courtesy of a storyteller who brands herself as "Mikki". If you did follow her lopsided version of events, please suspend judgment and listen to what I have to say. If you didn't follow her version . . . then halleluiah! There is a God!! Forget I ever mentioned her ramblings and, whatever you d...
Chapter Four: Red Tulips Apologies for the long delay since my last update. It's been a tough year, and I got stalled for quite a while, but after a couple of false starts here I am again. As I post this, Chapter 5 is with my beta readers and I'm starting on Chapter 6. "Hey Anjali!" "Hello Sarah, how are you?" "Oh, not too bad... look, my boss has asked...