Chapter One (October 2001, Lancashire) Walking down the usual, everyday street Heather caught sight of her reflection in the usual, everyday shop window. And modesty aside, she was impressed. Tall, raven-haired and needing no makeup at all she cut an impressive figure. Even in her student togs she was a sight to be seen; self-supporting, not needing a bra,...
It had been tough after Tim left me and looking back I can see that I had turned into a real Nazi Mom. My girls were having a hard time coping with their Dad suddenly out of their lives and I was on their case over every little thing- some bigger things too but this is my guilt trip so I'll focus on those. So what I'm saying is that things were tense in our...
*** Week Two *** I woke up Monday morning moaning and shivering. I was confused and dazed until I realized what it was -- I was just at the tail end of an orgasm. I was on my side hugging my pillow. The sheets were soaked with perspiration, my hair was clingy and wet, and I was terrified. I couldn't remember who it was, in my dream, that I had been making l...
Author’s note: This story is about a woman’s growing awareness of her bi-sexuality. There is a sexual overtone to the story, which starts slowly and grows to culminate in an erotic scene between two mature women. However, it is not a ‘poke and suck story’, sorry. I have struggled long and hard to make this story credible. If it interests you, and you would l...
(Thanks as ever to Lisa Jones for her advice and encouragement; and for playing severely practical warm-weather Shackleton to my airily romantic Scott.) Miss Burns retrieved the two bags of shopping from the car and carried them in through the front door of the cottage she shared with Miss Weston. The smell of burning bread alerted her as soon as she went...
Chapter One (February 2002) Heather came awake with a jolt, surprised to be surrounded by darkness. Semi-dazed as she was two questions occurred to her immediately: “Where?” and “How?” “How” wasn’t too tricky to answer. It had been James’s twenty-first party last night. James was on her course but had taken a year out before starting university. He also h...
It was a Saturday evening, Jane had booked herself into the hotel she had stayed in before and entered the nearby Pussy Kat Club. She looked around hoping to see Tasha, whom she had spoken to briefly the last time she had come to the club. Pulling up a bar stall she ordered a whisky with ice and a dash of sprite. The bartender had short red spiky hair and a...
Foreword Hello I'm here again, Heather Hunter reporting for duty, ready, willing and able. And please don't worry about me being long-winded this time around. I was extremely nervous when I first put my thoughts down in writing. Tentatively rereading my rashly written Loving Made Easy, it shows. Good grief; doesn't it just! This time that ain't gonna happ...
* * Recovery * * The following Thursday Sheri came home!! She was up and walking every day. She finally had her bath, then a shower when deemed safe. The surprise Teresa had prepared (sandwiches) was greeted with yips, hugs and tears of joy. Physical therapy was working with her to regain full use and strength in the affected muscle groups, bringing her s...
A note about this story:- So, 'V' and I are chatting away when she says to me 'why is it that all D/s stories are written from the sub's point of view. Why is it never from the Domme's. Take Summerhouse Blues, I really love that version of the Rhonda character and yet all we hear about is how Tracy feels. What about Rhonda, what did she make of it all?' An...