It was a late Thursday evening, Shannon was relaxing in her home, alone again because her husband Kurt had been called away with work. He’d be gone for a few days and that left Shannon pondering what to do with her spare time. Her own work as a photographer and cameraman had been slow lately and thus left her doing minor renovations to her spacious home. Sh...
Hawke's eyes had been fixed all day on the mansion, watching every little movement she could. The large glass windows in the back certainly made it easy enough to gather all the information she needed. Her target was the famous Dama, seamstress extraordinaire. The woman was worth a large fortune, and Hawke was sure her financiers would fork over a few millio...
Once there was a trendy black and platinum blonde haired woman. She was wearing a black tank top and a pink plaid skirt. She was about 5'2" and 120lbs. She never liked boys. She thought they were boring and predictable, in and out of the bedroom. Her name was Windy Haze and she worked as a tattoo and piercing artist which is something she always loved doing...
"You're going like that?" I ask when I see Lisa getting up from the vanity table, looking like she's just ready to sit down at it. My pretty femme, all pared down, no glossy lips like wet cherries, none of those messy, artfully tousled curls that make me think of her during sex, riding me and raking her hands through them over and over. No brilliance to her...
The coming evening was the last of the conference and Carole was determined to make it memorable. There was to be a formal dinner followed by a dance and she wanted the night to end with her and Paula together in each other's arms, making love, determining their future together. She had bought a dress especially for the occasion. It was long, black silk, wi...
It was a Friday night in mid June and some friends and I decided we should hit a rave. It was a beautiful night; we first went for dinner in a small intimate restaurant. After some fantastic food and much wine we started to head off to the party. Since most raves don't get started until well after midnight we took our time. Heading back to our apartments t...
"Would it make it more awkward if I moved closer?" she said. I couldn't say anything. I hardly ever did those days; it wasn't as if I didn't want to let her know that's what I'd been thinking about all evening. We were at a party of sorts, but nothing typical of the average college student: no alcohol, no blasting music, no sweaty bodies. I could attribute...
Author's Note: This isn't my first story, but it is my first short story and has involved a change in my writing style. As such I would be very interested to receive any feedback, comments or criticisms from readers. Sculpted and muscular bodies loitered around the large marshalling area behind the main auditorium stage. A very serious group of male and fem...
This story has been written jointly by Matriarch and EmeraldKitten. Both have put in an equal amount of time and effort, writing a section each consecutively. This story could not have been written without Kitten. It was an immense pleasure working with her, and an honour. She has a huge talent and has taught me a great deal during this time. As posti...
1 pm on a Saturday. Even if it was a good day to sleep in, I still felt like a sloth. I had groggily checked the time around 11 am and then "rested my eyes" for another two hours. I yawned at the thought, and then rolled out of bed and landed on the floor. This was my ingenious way of getting myself fully awake. Graceful? Not really, but it was highly effect...