I'd like to extend a big thank you to my editor, GentWithHandcuffs. * I grew up in New Orleans, bathed in its hedonistic atmosphere. There is a permissive attitude that allows for eccentricity. I always felt free to be my natural self and was utterly without guile. My brother lived in the French Quarter. I would visit on Saturdays to bum around so I saw a...
Authors note: At the end of this tale I make reference to "skinning a cat". I am an animal lover and would never consider harming a feline. It is a term for the method of my decent from the window and a very dangerous practice. Don't try this at home! --------- Things seemed to be going from bad to worse that morning. Having been recently dumped by what I...
After that first night when I popped Lydia's girl cork, she was insatiable. It was as if by introducing her to the delights of sapphic sex, I had created a completely new person. She turned her back on her old bohemian lifestyle and had little time for the men that had been such a bad influence on her. I was not complaining, but I could help missing Jenny, m...
Authors Note: I'm going to try my best to make these a bit longer. However, my schedule doesn't really allow for me to write for as long as I would like to! I typically only have 3 or 4 hours to get a story penned, and I'm not a fan of leaving something half finished. Anyway, this story is trying some new things out, trying really hard to develop the charact...
Sally guided me gently up the stairs and opened the door of her flat, flicking on the light and kicking off her shoes simultaneously. "Don't worry - my other bed's always made up - I really am sorry to make you miss your bus." We had met at work only the previous Monday and I had been asked to show her the ropes. She was bright, friendly and very attractiv...
I was seriously bored. Don't get me wrong, I loved my wife, Sarah, and being her little housewife was an erotic treat. I loved outfits with short skirts and briefer briefs, and the hot sex was wonderful. I enjoyed the writing, and the Agent liked the historical novel series I was producing; but I was bored. I blamed the Government. Six months earlier, the D...
What was it, I wondered, that an MP's wife did? Of course no one, me included, had expected Archie to win the seat. My father-in-law was a powerful voice in the House of Lords, and Mr Baldwin needed his support, so arranging for Archie to stand in some God-forsaken northern industrial constituency was a sort of quid pro quo. In the 1923 General Election Lab...
Friday night Ernie's was one of the best lesbian bars in the city. Small, it had a lot of character and a few characters who made it a warm, friendly and safe place. It was one of my destinations of choice if I wanted to get laid. Ernie, full name Ernestine, was a butch lesbian. Her ownership of the bar attracted a lot of other butch women and she kept a sa...
This story is a continuation of I’m Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 8 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. * THE FLIGHT HOME 9 and I selected two seats on the next to th...
Introduction I can't believe I've finally started writing this. I've been putting it off for months. But some stories need to be told, right? Sometimes the truth must out. I'm sorry if that opening sounds a bit pompous. I've been referred to in stories before, you see, and I don't particularly like the way I've come across. Okay, I'm a boring IT nerd, I ac...