"Everything is arranged," Veronica says. She sits down at our table, sips her coffee, smiles at me. I'm uneasy. It's a hot idea, but I'm really not that adventurous. No, this idea isn't just hot, it's wild. Crazy wild. "Veronica, are you sure about this?" "I thought we agreed. You're not backing out, are you?" "No." "Good. It's all set up. They have th...
"Wrap your legs round my back" he grunted as he fucked me. I did as he asked. It was a little better for the penetration was deeper, but I knew that I was still a long way from an orgasm. This hadn't happened in our twenty three year-long marriage until a few months ago, but this was now the third or fourth time my husband was having difficulty making me c...
I felt out of place for years. I wanted to be attracted to guys, but girls looked so good. I mean the boobs and long shapely legs. Smooth skin, beautiful hair, the way they stomachs look. I like girls. I dream about girls. In addition, one of my male friends had a girlfriend that was very flirty and gorgeous. This being more recent. We were nineteen and twen...
The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I'm afraid you'll have to go find each part. Hope it's worth it. Part 1: Non-Erotic. Part 2: First Time Part 3: Loving Wives Part 4: Exhib & Voy * * * * * The Fortress of Al Jazzar. It was actually a series of walls overlooking...
This is the second part of a story I began years ago. I re-read it recently and realised I had left it hanging after a first part, so here, finally, is the continuation of that story. Hopefully I haven't forgotten in the last few years how to write these characters and what I was going to do with the story. "Hello," Hannah Monroe called out as she walked in...
"It's Pippa isn't it?" I asked the young girl sitting at the other side of my desk. "That's right. Miss?" "You can call me, Diane." I said curtly. "I'd prefer going by Nikki though." She said somewhat confidently. "That's fine." I said. Most of the girls I worked with used aliases. I had expected Pippa to already have one. She was a hooker, and most of...
This story follows on from Samantha Burnett's Late Night Hookup and my sequel Late Night Hookup 2: Angela. You should definitely read the earlier stories before reading this installment. *** ABBY It was her. It really was. Abby's hand shook as she pulled out her phone and opened the F4F app she'd installed after Angela had told her about her encounter wi...
The Interview: From 'Investigative Journalism' (I hope the shifts in POV in this story won't be confusing. After the introduction, each of Denise's adventures are told in third person, as though they have been transcribed after the interview to that point of view.) The young red-haired woman looked dubiously at the tape-recorder resting on the coffee table...
Author's note: This story flows from the "Dawn's Orgy" series. With the exception of a liberal use of fantasy it is very true to actual events in my life. It is so sad the homophobia runs rampant everywhere. Following spring break, the campus retuned to normal activity. The cheerleaders practiced artistic dance routines for the upcoming baseball season....
Written by request Dena lay in her bed, pondering the day. Today was 'her' day. Her responsibilities taken care of, her calendar clear. The satin sheets might have seemed a little extravagant but she liked how they made her naked body feel when she slept. She arched her back in a morning stretch and her nipples grazed the fine fabric immediately bringing th...