I sit at the gay bar in my usual spot, drinking my drink every Friday night after having a hell of a week at work. I've unbuttoned my shirt and am trying to relax after thinking about all the paperwork I now have in my bag that I'll spend the weekend going over. I know most of the customers in this quiet after work spot, and although we never speak to one an...
Laura slowly came awake, her pussy still dripping from the night before. Although she had no regrets, she still found it hard to believe what she and Petra had got up to. Although she'd thought other women were attractive, she'd never actually have thought of making love to one. T he thought of Pet's tongue between her legs was getting her all worked up agai...
Judy had watched the house beside hers go up for sale. There was no animosity between her and the current owners but, she had to admit that she was not sad to see them go. Her mind thought ahead to the people that might one day move in next to her. She wished that for once there might be someone that she could become close with. She hated that no one who cou...
Carl finished his third and final picture of nude Camilla around a quarter to six; he paid her, and she reluctantly put her clothes on, for she had to hurry over to Luvlee's and begin stripping and lap-dancing there. Before leaving, she said, "Remember sir--I mean, Carl--feel free to rape me again any time; I'll let you." "Don't say 'rape', Camilla!" the a...
This story has been written as a sort of therapy. Enjoy! * * * * * An Obsession, that's what it is. Maybe. Or it could just be a fascination. What I am unwilling to ask or she may be unwilling to tell, I imagine. Maybe then I can gain some control. Akalya is the first bisexual woman I have ever met. I mean in a context where I can speak to her, ask her th...
Do you remember the thrill of being touched for the first time by a lover? The sensation of his hand on your skin. It felt like electricity for me. Like for the first time I felt, truly felt my own body. It brought out feelings I had no idea existed. The shiver of flesh under a delicate touch. That feeling fades over time. Each time you are touched the delic...
I first met Saskia at an art class. I was posing nude and she was one of the students. When I got the chance to see her painting I let out a gasp. Unlike the others it was clearly me, but me as she interpreted me. My hair, quite blonde in real life was jet black in her painting, but she had captured the way it was styled so beautifully. My skin tone was a lo...
One night while the husband and I were out partying and dancing at a local bar with some friends my husband wanted to leave early but told me if one of my girlfriends could bring me home that I could stay and dance. One of our friends who I'll call B said she would bring me home so my husband left us to party. I stayed at the bar drinking and dancing until...
I'm Renee Dion, registered nurse. I've always loved that. It sounds so important. I've been working for years—forever it seems. I long since gave up on my hospital job in favor of fee-for-service work, where I can call my own spots and make my own hours. I do okay—financially, that is—and my husband Ricky makes a good salary as a factory foreman. So, you...
It's 9:30, and Angie hasn't called me back. Three call times she missed. I'm gonna call after six - -I called at 7, and she returned the call 30 minutes later. I'm gonna call around 7:30, when I close the office - -I called at 8:35, she returned about 5 minutes later. Okay then, maybe this is gonna happen after all. Angie has had me on a string for 24 hou...