"Nathan, I'm home. And glad that particular shift's over," Angela called, the boutique shop's bag behind her back."Nathan? Are you here?" "Just going over our bank statements," came the youthful male voice from the spare room. In the bathroom, she unzipped her back and hoisted the hem of her hotel uniform up and over her head. Dropping it in the laundry bas...
Back in her old room, Jen lay on the bed in the dark feeling sick; it was as if there was a huge gap where her stomach used to be, an aching void. It wasn't the locked door, the pitch darkness or the lack of control that bothered her, it was the powerful emotions that churned within her; she felt nauseous, she felt dizzy, she felt as if she were falling into...
For a woman there are, I've discovered, lots of advantages in having a girlfriend rather than a boyfriend. For instance, if Sam is running late, she always phones to warn me. When she brings me flowers (which is often), it isn't because she's made an unsuccessful pass at my best friend and is worried that I'll find out (yes, Jeff, that is you!). Nor does she...
"Hi - do you mind if we jog together?" The female voice took me by surprise - I had not noticed another runner coming up behind me. But my heart pounded when I saw who drew up alongside me. "Why, no, not at all - but I'm near the end of my run," I replied, quickly drinking in this beautiful girl. Her blond hair pony was tailed through her college baseball...
Quinne playfully poked Amy in the centre of her forehead. Amy smiled sheepishly but panicked as she was suddenly lifted off the ground. She found herself being hoisted by strong feminine arms and then placed back on the black marble countertop. Amy squeaked as her bare behind made contact with the cold surface again. Amy looked into Quinne's bright brown ey...
(To follow this story better, do yourself a favor and read "A Nude Business Ethic" first.) As I finish reapplying my make-up, I look at my co-workers next to me in the Ladies Room. We are lined up before the mirror with a dressing table at cunt level, all naked save for our stockings, shoes and make-up. The new dress code for the office has been accepted w...
Chapter One (Tuesday 19th October 2004) After indulging in an extravagantly extended gap year, approaching her supposedly "respectable" mid-twenties, Heather Hunter decided to settle in Bingley. Reliable old Dad had his misgivings about the place but she'd felt a buzz in the air, not to mention a sense of Bypass Boom. House prices were rising at crazy rate...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **This story has not been edited. It has been run through Spell Check. If reading a story that has not been edited bothers you, please hit the 'Back Space' key on your keyboard. *** You don't start off at nineteen an hour, Ryan; you work your way up to...
This is a story told in first person; it is done in a memoir style of sorts. It is long winded, quite wordy and I'd classify it more as a romance rather than your usual erotica. There are sexy descriptions within, but they are not the main object of this undertaking. If you're not happy with this, you can exit now. You have been warned. All main plot charact...
Parp.... Parp.... Parp.... The siren, or hooter, or whatever it was that was making that appalling racket was set to deafening and with each bleat of the siren the room lights flashed on. Jen rolled over, squinting at the bright light as she woke up. Blearily she looked around until, with a sickening thud, it all came back. This wasn't a dream, this was real...