It's been nearly seven months since you left, and I can still remember that night so clear. It was a few days after New Years. Two days to be exact. You got into your car and as you drove away you promised me that it would be okay. But I'm still waiting for the "okay" bit to come along. I decided to go out on Friday night for the first time since you left....
Taking off from Cape Town International Airport was always a slightly liberating feeling. Whatever the destination, a day or two, perhaps a week away from the family lay ahead. But this time it was different. You were flying off to investigate a story in Northern Kenya, and had booked a secluded beach cottage, an old colonial retreat complete with huge fire...
The snow fell slowly, in big downy flakes. It wasn't a blizzard by any means, Ashley had seen far worse, but it was more than enough to mess with traffic. Between that and the regular Friday evening exodus heading north now that the skiing was good, her car moved at a crawl. Actually, a crawl would have been an improvement. At the moment she wasn't moving at...
Note: This story was inspired by Khachaturian's Masquerade Waltz, so in an attempt to try something new, I've set it this piece to music. Though the music isn't entirely period correct to New York's Gilded Age where our story takes place, I hope you'll enjoy it all the same. -AG Suggested Playlist: Jazz Suite No. 2: VI. Waltz -- Dmitri Shostakovich (1938)...
[Thank you to everyone who has commented and sent feedback to me on this series. I realise the last update was quite some time ago so people probably have moved on but after reading some of the comments I wanted to add one final addition. There isn't much sex in this just as a heads up!] ***** "Have you pinched my Glossier dew drops?!" Lauren shouted from...
I'm brand new here. I haven't even lurked. I stumbled on this site and I never thought I would share any of my stories with anyone, but this kind of feels cathartic. I really don't regret a single minute of any of my experiences or sharing them with others and I think this might be the place to do it. I am a college junior. Platinum blonde, blue-eyed, five...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Kathleen swaggered off stage, feeling the men lusting after her g-string clad ass. She wiggled seductively for their benefit. It was her last set of the day. Back in the locker room, she put away the nightie and chose a short dress, barely longer than a t-shirt. Now that her busin...
I was still a little wobbly after my post-lunch 'lie down' with Mel and Pixie. But, despite the state of my legs, I whispered to myself, "Lead us not into temptation," and slipped out of their arms, knowing that Miss Sinn expected her will to be done and would not forgive us our trespasses if we three didn't focus on the new case. Mel and Pixie could scour...
This story is a little longer but I've decided to keep it in one piece to avoid losing the rhythm. It's told in the First Person from the viewpoint of Ellen and because it's set in 1963 I've tried to keep the language as real as possible. The inspiration behind this story came from a picture of a ticket to the dinner JFK was supposed to attend the night of t...
SS50: "Happy Endings V: I'll Catch You Whenever You Fall" ***** They're back. And all you had to do was ask. Fifty Smokey Sagas, five "Happy Endings." Again, this story is dedicated to you Sara and Melleny fans. It doesn't have a ton of sex in it, but there is one big hot scene between the two angels, and I think it's still a heartfelt, eventful tale. I...