Author's note: Thanks for your support for my last two stories. This one is in the same vein, longer on story and character, so if you're looking for a quick fix, this might not be it. Please remember to vote if you like it, and even if you don't. ~~~ I've always been fascinated by that moment, the transition when one thing becomes something else. The...
Hello there, I'm Sammy Jo, named after a character in my mother's all-time favourite TV show, Dynasty. I would like to say I look like the actress who played the part but, apart from having long blonde hair, I sadly do not. Not that I'm complaining about my appearance. I'm just saying I'm not a star on the soaps, that's all. My story is only a short one a...
This is the second part to my "holiday love" story. This, again, is between me and Aliye. I got a lot of messages back asking about the progression of our relationship, and I felt it was only fair to update everyone. Since our meeting, Aliye has come to visit me in the UK numerous amounts of times. Up until the moment I am writing about, I never felt the imp...
Enid's story. I want to start off by saying I was more than a little annoyed when I first found out about this. The girls asked to see me one day and they came in like a delegation. Silvie, as the most senior, had obviously been chosen to speak on their behalf and she presented me with three folders. I was shocked and slightly concerned when she told me wha...
The East Village Vintage Shop There are in New York, as in all cities, institutions that become part of the urban landscape. Zabar's, the Stage Deli, and Veniero's are among them. Veniero's is essentially a cookie store whose white boxes with maroon script are ubiquitous in the City. It sits in a small shop, now expanded to include a small café, on East Ele...
Note: Sorry because of my grammar! English is not my native language, so please be understanding because of the faults! Thanks! * There wasn't too much people in the gym. It was Saturday morning, so the most of the people were in their bed yet, to rest after the huge parties of Friday. But I wasn't one of them. Although I never lost a good party, and the...
The last of our friends leave, which leaves us alone in her room and the entire house. I sit nervously next to her on the bed, and drink some of my beer. The only thing I can think about is what happened last night. I'm too embarrassed to bring it up, but she does it for me. "So... about last night," she says, just as nervous as I am. We both suddenly laugh...
Monica and I continued being BFFs having coffee from time to time and running. She signed up for the 10k program which surprised me, that little vixen was hooked on running. She even signed on for the half marathon before we ran the 10k goal race. The 10k was more of a fun run. Instead of racing for time, we did intervals the entire six point two miles. Run...
We stayed like that for a long while. I was so turned on at that point, I think that I would have exploded in an orgasm just by touching my clit but I refrained. I wanted to save my energy for tonight. After a while, I disengaged myself from Ashlyn's embrace. I rose up off the couch and helped her stand. We both had to get ready for tonight. Grabbing the par...
My friend Jackie Macy and I first met each other about twenty years ago, when we first shared a room at the college during the first year. Jackie was a real flirt at college: right from the fresher's ball, it was quite clear that I, Muriel Grey, was to be the dull companion to the dazzling brunette. My closed-off frowns, my early nights and my short black h...