"Come here, my pet," she purrs. On hands and knees, I make my way across the hardwood floor of our little apartment. I love when she calls me 'pet.' Nothing makes me wetter, faster. Tonight, Alana -- or at the present moment, Mistress Alana -- is pulling out all the stops. She sits on the big, black leather chair we refer to as 'the throne' in over-the-kne...
Almost in a state of shock Helen wandered through the town until, without even realising how she'd got there, she ended up in the docklands. Nowadays there's little left of the working docks and it 's mostly been gentrified. She found a bit that had been grassed over and sat down on a bench, staring across the waters. The rain, never far off all day, started...
PART 2: DRIVEN TO THE EDGE The car jiggled slightly as two thumps resounded through the vehicle waking her groggily from a restive slumber. How long she had dozed Angela had no idea, shortly after though she heard the engine start, surely they were still winding her up, tormenting her for her indiscretions. Angela found it hard to believe they would dare ta...
After that first night together, loving her and drifting off to sleep with her in my arms I never wanted to be far from her again. Weeks turned into months and we had many occasions to find one another in the bedroom, on the kitchen table, the sofa and a few other places. I knew I was in love and was pretty sure things were mutual, although we've never said...
"Happy birthday to you - happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Na-o-mii..." Andrea's grin slips in and out of sight behind her long fringe, and my lips twitch in response. Her right hand is triumphantly brandishing a cupcake, a single candle flame wavering above; the light brings forth my unrestrained smile. A proper party will come later in the week,...
Note from the Authoress: For any one who has read the Julie Journals they will know I always mention that my stories are a mixture of fact and fantasy. The content of this story is pure fantasy but the characters are fact. For that reason I have not included this as part of the Julie Journals. It is dedicated to a lovely intelligent woman and her partner who...
For Melody it had been lust at first sight; even better the very attractive longhaired blonde seemed just as keen. Like herself the blonde was dressed in a PVC buckle up dress, stockings and patent stilettos all in black of course. Over the din in the fetish club the girl introduced herself as Emma and within minutes had made it blatantly obvious she was wel...
All day at work, I fantasize about what is to come. The clear double-headed dildo is still deep inside me making my muscles twitch and throb. I keep glancing at the clock waiting for the day to be over so I can make my eager journey to her house. All day it's been hard as hell to keep from touching myself and finishing the aching need I've had since the prev...
All characters in the story are over eighteen but if you are not or if you are offended by sexually explicit material, you should stop reading now, close this page, and go and do something else. This story is the intellectual property of the author and cannot be reproduced in any form without written consent. The scream that started out as a desperate cry...
In the Big Apple, New York City, where just about anything and everything goes from the upper-crust wealthy who have their inner city castle-apartments in the East End and those overlooking Central Park to the bohemian lifestyle in Greenwich Village between Bleecker and West 3rd Streets, and, of course, Times Square, there is in the Village the Club Sappho....