Tina was sitting listening to the thunder storm raging outside the window she was relaxing, after a long week at work there was a major reconstruction of the office and it was chaotic, she had a glass of wine and a box of her favorite chocolates and the cold wet evening could have been a million miles away. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, Tina reluct...
Note to readers. We met online and decided to write this story together. We alternated writing sections so in places it might not flow as well as it could. But we hope you like it. Dawn & Linda ***** Dear John, It's over. I'm writing because I own you an explanation as to why. I'm sure you remember when we checked into our fantasy Honeymoon suite in the...
"Bro, did you check out those hot lesbos who moved in downstairs?!?" Okay, yeah, I did say this out loud to my brother but it's not as bad as it sounds. My brother lives with me in an apartment in San Francisco and he's gay and also the coolest guy I know. Mark and I were super liberal but in private we liked to be irreverent and politically incorrect, bel...
Correction -- I accidentally called Connie "Bonnie" in the prior chapter. From Chapter 10: "Whoa. Who are YOU so pissed at?" A voice said from outside the cage. "Um, no one, why?" Lacey asked without turning around. "Just the way you're swinging, putting everything into it. Moving those hips," the voice said, hesitating before commenting. "I was wonderi...
It was my senior year of high school and I just knew we were GOING to win Nationals. As captain it was my duty to make sure of that. Everyone on the team was amazing, especially the co-captain Jessie though I hated to admit it (she's a total BITCH! by the way). We were already great, best in the state, but I wasn't taking any chances, I was working my girls...
All characters in the story are over eighteen but if you are not or if you are offended by sexually explicit material, you should stop reading now, close this page, and go and do something else. This story is the intellectual property of the author and cannot be reproduced in any form without written consent. The scream that started out as a desperate cry...
Smokey Saga #75: "Squeal II: The Art Of The Sequel" ***** The consensus re: the original story "The Art Of The Squeal" (Saga #63) was that a sequel indeed be in order. So while it may have taken me a while to get around to it, here it is. If you liked the playful bondage and torment elements in the original, I'm sure you'll be fond of and pleased with this...
Author's note: Although ratings are nice, nothing beats a comment or two about what you liked or disliked about a story. Please take a moment to leave one. Thank you. *** Gina Giordano sighed as she looked down from the tenth-floor offices of Casella and North Investments, watching as piles of snow continued to rise on the streets of lower Manhattan. The s...
Disclaimers: Mine, all mine. Female loving, hating, and all that's in between. I'm sorry for the prolonged delay for this chapter, but I hope it was at least worth the wait. If you liked it, let me know. If you didn't, let me know that too...but gently...I'm a fragile writer ;) *** The next morning, I woke up with a silly grin on my face. I stretched lig...
It had been the busiest, strangest, of days and despite dozing for ages at the side of the old quarry, we were both very quiet that evening, very much at peace with the world. Debbie cooked something which she gave a, to me unpronounceable, name – Vietnamese, she assured me – which tasted divine. Our vodka consumption was limited to a couple of small glasses...