Samantha turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower. Her glorious body shone with dampness as the last remains of the water trickled down between her breasts. The memory of the last few hours was still fresh in her mind. The very recollection of what had happened generated a very different kind of dampness between her legs. She looked at herself in th...
Please note that all characters are over eighteen. Enjoy! * I stopped in my tracks when I saw the tiny Asian woman turn into the rather posh riverside café where there was obviously a rather large party. She was incredible at around five feet tall with long silky black hair tied back with a scrunchy. She was dressed casually in long baggy cotton trousers a...
Marie stared at her reflection in the mirror, mildly guilty that she had been out drinking last night. Her head felt okay but she'd felt a little woozy this morning until she hit the exercise bike followed by a run and a shower. Honey blonde hair fell past her shoulders, the locks teased out to give her a wind-tossed look faintly reminiscent of a popular '80...
Donna was big into racing small boat sailing. She'd crewed on larger intense blue water boats in the past year but loved the thrill of being closer to the water and controlling all aspects of the boat, not just one sail or part of the rigging. Professional sailing was still too much of an "Old Boy's Club", but things were changing, just not fast enough for D...
I stepped off the bus double checking the address on the slip of paper I held in my hand. The small theatre I'd been told to arrive at appeared to be just around the corner. I was early yet, and decided to take advantage of the time walking into a nearby Starbucks ordering a coffee. While I sat sipping that, I checked myself out in a small mirror I kept in m...
It's six o'clock and I'm still waiting on my five o'clock appointment. I hate doing business with people that don't know shit about being on time. It makes me feel like I've been stood up and in this case I basically have been. Just when I grab my bag to go my client is walking in. "I apologize for my tardiness Ms. Piedmont." "You're an hour late Mr. Thom...
Throughout the drive home, I couldn't keep my eyes off of Riley. I can't believe what has happened. I'm finally going to fulfill my fantasy. I've always fantasized about seducing her and just holding her in my arms. I know that it's a cliché, I ended up falling for my best friend, but I couldn't help it. She's beautiful, funny, smart, and the kindest person...
Although the character Virginia Peters is fictitious I have based her on two people I have known for many years where both are free spirits. Enjoy! *** I suppose I have been a free-spirited girl since my fourteenth birthday but after my eighteenth, I began to live life to its fullest being fiercely independent and living outside the norms of society. Some...
Daughters of the American Evolution - Melissa, Ch. 01 This story is part of a series called "Daughters of the American Evolution." The stories are all based on the concept of an allegedly sinister (some say beneficent) organization called 'Families Interaction Therapists', or FIT, that has put into action a plan to subliminally convert every female on eart...
When I come home from work, the gin and tonic awaits me on the coffee table: two ice cubes, the lime already squeezed into the drink to flavour it. A Bach harpsichord piece (something from the Well-Tempered Clavier?) is playing quietly. Kimmy doesn't come out yet. She knows I want a few minutes alone first, to sink into the sofa, kick off my pumps, sip my dr...