Chapter 3: At the Apartment. Dedicated to Veronica and her Goth Slut Dreams... As the four girls traveled together toward Jennifer's apartment, Monica had worked her hand under Jennifer's black leather miniskirt while she was driving, and Ronni and Vixxen were locked in a clinch in the back seat. Monica heard a strange sound and looked over her shoulder...
I was 22, and I had just moved to New York City. For the first few weeks, while I looked for a place of my own, my friends Kevin and Anna were kind enough to let me stay at their apartment. They had a five floor walk-up on Manhattans upper west side, with a comfortable old couch that I could sleep on. Kevin and Anna both worked during the day, so I had the...
I enter a large and scholarly office with tall wooden bookshelves lining opposite walls to my left and right. The door is behind me, still open, and in front of me there is a grand picture window overlooking a collegiate green. The green is scattered with people enjoying the sunny spring afternoon. In front of the window there is a stately wooden desk. The d...
A woman appears on camera. "Hi. My name's Sappho (nickname: Crew Cut) and I'm a researcher for TV-Dyke, a cable TV station in my home town. Management has been keen to have a new 'reality' gameshow in the line up for next year, so I've been given the job of testing the format and scouting locations. The show is called "Race Around the World" and is based o...
Looking through the peephole, my eyes were blessed with a beautiful and unexpected sight. When I signed up for cable service, I expected the stereotypical large sweaty cable guy to do the installation, not the lovely feminine creature standing on my doorstep. She was tall and slender with dark brown hair tied back in a 1940's style chignon at the base of h...
I had been here a lot since moving back to New Zealand about six months ago. I had been living in Greece, on a sort of working sabbatical from the local university. Since I lived two blocks from here it was the first place I went for a drink after I moved in. Once I walked in I had kept coming back. It was... different I guess. A hole in the wall leading to...
My life-altering ordeal began early this spring when I paid a visit to my local nursery. I drove there in my Volvo but wound up buying more than my car could accommodate. The Japanese maple and two other small trees would have to be delivered and the cashier informed me that that was a service free of charge. She called for an assistant to help me out and I...
The note was direct, to the point. "One in skirt, panties and blouse blindfolded hands bound before her. The other in a dress and panties. Be ready by 6:00 pm. NO playing!" They smiled at one another. He had called looking for Bob, a wrong number. Trying to be funny, she asked what he was wearing and the fantasy had begun. They talked by phone and e-mail...
Reflecting on my recent tryst has made shit smelling sex more convenient. Only a few hours drive away. A new dimension in fulfillment of sexual decadence. Evelyn added a shit loving partner. Nancy added a shitaholic indecency. Margaret has added convenience, almost instant gratification. My sex life, for an old dyke, has hit a trifecta. Not much to complain...
"Mirayi, mon amour, can you please watch my coat? I've got to go to the washroom, been holding it since we left campus," Rachel Guillaume said, shaking her head. The tall, curvaceous young Haitian-Canadian woman carefully draped her black leather jacket over the back of the chair. Mirayi Yasimoto smiled and nodded, taking a sip of her tea. Rachel flashed Mir...