Kimiku and Rachelle were bisexual lovers for four years now and decided to take a trip to France to escape the pressures of daily life in America. For Kimiku, this was an opportunity to be away for her boyfriend for a week. Likewise for Rachelle, this was a golden chance for her to be with Kimiku since she was not seeing any men at the time. Kimiku was a bea...
They don't call me the Angel of Death for nothing. It's a job that has little to no requirements, other than to kill those who need it, want it, or deserve it. It's not a hard job, though I do complain a lot to my new dead friends that I won't see any more once they reach the receptionist at the pearly gates. I will miss you, Janet. She was the only one who...
Every year since I turned 21, my uber-sexy boyfriend Tyler and all my friends have made it tradition to take me to the local strip club, Dazzlers. Dazzlers is a little bit more high-class than your average fuck-in-the-back, gloryhole-ridden club, but not so stuffy that you’d have to call it a “gentleman’s club”. In fact, gentlemen in that club are pretty few...
Chapter 1 We have planned everything down to the last detail. The only things she does not know is when it was going to happen and that someone was going to help me. For you to understand why I need help, I should explain. Between us, our running joke is that I am her wimpy butch, which of course is said with love. Of the two of us, I do look more bu...
I cannot believe this is happening. I could I be so careless? Where the hell was I when she needed me the most? I held her in my arms tight as her breathing shallows. She glanced up at me lazily, lips parting about to speak. "Shhhh...don't talk. Save your energy." She mouthed three little words that melted my heart. "I love you." Tears streaming down my...
I love my girlfriend, that's why I didn't understand why my body needed more. I can not begin to describe how ashamed I was for wanting something more out of our fulfilling and satisfying relationship. We enjoyed each others company still, after 7 years of "marriage." We had a healthy sex life still. At least once a week, I would feel her mouth kissing the b...
Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of any characters to any persons, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental and unintentional. Note 2: This work includes themes of a graphic sexual nature and involves person who, although entirely fictional, are all above the legal age of consent. This story is set in the slightly historical, but prima...
"Oh yes, unh, yes, we can do that, uhh, sure, tomorrow, ahh, three thirty, uhh, okay, see you then, uhhh...Mariss' you lil' devil!" Andrea Vaughn snapped the phone shut and slid forward in her high backed leather chair. It had become increasingly difficult to discuss terms with a potential advertiser while her lover/partner was between her legs licking her...
It was early morning when I awoke to a shutting door, light footsteps, and whispering voices. My wife, Julie is a night shift nurse who works in a small labor and delivery (L&D) unit at a private hospital. I work days from 9 am to 5 pm. She wakes me up when she comes home and then sleeps during the day while I am at work, and then she gets up and heads to wo...
Author's Note: This series of short stories are intended to be episodic and thus can be read alone. Any feedback, criticisms or improvements are always welcome. The author also invites reader suggestions about what they would like to see Xanthe do next. Xanthe leaned over the polished cherry wood counter that constituted the elaborate bar of the gentleman's...