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...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story picks up from No Holds Barred in Belfast, which was based on the idea/request of a fan who wishes to remain nameless. We rejoin the action in Trish's dressing room in Belfast, shortly after her world championship clash with Victoria. ***** Trish sat on a chair, put her head in her hands, and sobbed. She had been beaten before but...
Intro I suppose it all started with Bee-Line novels back in the late 1970's and on into the '80's. Back then it was easy enough to stroll into any shop, corner store or bodega and find one or two of these erotic fiction novels hidden amongst the King's and Clancy's on one of those tall, spinning book racks made of thin wire. I was fascinated with these boo...
By the time Penny left the Zambesi dress boutique in city centre Sydney for the half hour drive back to her home in North Sydney on Beauty Point, she was completely physically and emotionally drained from her long day of sexual activities at the hands of the owner, Emily, and her beautiful assistant Amanda who had slowly and seductively introduced her to the...
If you don't need me for anything else," the blond young man said as he picked up the small pile of folders off his boss's desk. "I'll put these away and take off." "Of course Tim," Jacqueline Kirby smiled. "Enjoy the weekend." As the 22-year-old assistant closed the door behind him, Jacqueline leaned back in her chair and pulled a magazine out from the to...
Here's an edit of Chapter One and the new Chapter Two * Chapter One Sirens Look at me, can't you tell by my blush it's enough just to remember, to sink down deep into the heat of that summer, to relive moist memories like naughty invitations. Where Sally and Jill, Milly and Janie, and me--lucky Julie--spent that summer waitressing at Crabbies, when we be...
"What Have You Done, Miss Robinson?" Dolly's story continues. * * * * * Ever since that afternoon when Dolly was molested by three other Project girls with whom she and her closest and dearest friend Nitasha had run-ins ever since junior and senior high school days and who was forced to watch Claudette, Neesha, and Wanda have their way with her, their goi...
"It's a girl, Mom!" My son-in-law Zack chirped exuberantly through the phone. "It's a girl. You have a beautiful granddaughter." Pressing my cell phone firmly to my ear, I couldn't believe how blank my mind had suddenly gone. Of all the things I thought I would say at this moment, I was at a complete loss for words and was finding it difficult to breathe. N...
The sand was cooling beneath her feet. The hottest May day she could recall was fading into early evening and the young brunette's wide smile had hardly left her face since her feet had hit the floor that morning. For much of the day, she'd been sharing her good cheer with her crew, but they had long since headed back to their houses or cottages in and aroun...
I was looking forward to having Susan stay with me as we waited for the outcome of her divorce proceedings...and I was also looking forward to having Susan dressed in her new uniform, the one I'd have her wearing at home when I wanted her looking sexy, slutty and submissive. I will admit though, this woman and her wonderful attitude towards playing this lit...