I suppose I couldn't really claim to be the innocent party that night, because subconsciously I knew exactly what I was doing even if I just let things happen. I was on my way home after being away on business and I'd pulled into one of those late night places that serve lukewarm coffee and burgers that seem to be made of a cross between carpet and cardboa...
Interlude: Truth, Lies, and Fiction Storytelling is a funny thing. When you read a story like this, you're giving somebody like me permission to tell you certain kinds of lies. You probably agree that it's okay and even sensible for me to lie to you about my name, and the company I work for, and a bunch of other things besides. I need those lies if I'm to t...
Disclaimers: I own the story/characters/everything that's in between. Keep your mittens to yourself. The rest is my usual. Again, thank you for the feedback – some comments come from anonymous sources so I would like to take this chance, yet again, to profess my gratitude for all the beautiful and amazingly sweet remarks. I thrive on them! Hope you enjo...
I wrote this story before my first real-time adventure with another woman. I really embellished the writing to help whet my growing, but as yet unfulfilled appetite for girl-girl activities. So when it was written, it was pure fantasy, with lots of room for literary license. For instance, the story proclaims I am "built like a brick outhouse." In real life,...
Author's Note: This story follows on from "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year" but is meant to be readable in its own right (as have been all my tales featuring the delectable Angie). Please do not feel obliged to backtrack before finding out what the delightful, skin-headed nympho gets up to next. ***** Chapter One (27th December 1997) Saturday in the...
"Hey, babe, have you got a minute?" Mindy glanced up from her book with a smirk. "I'm Mindy." "Oh, right, sorry." Mindy chuckled. If there was one thing she knew about Eric, it was that he was really bad about telling her apart from her sister. She should have been annoyed about that, and to be perfectly honest, she kind of was at first, but she had to...
This is the third installment of a story that started with "Show & Tell Dinner" and "Job Interview with a Twist". If you enjoyed those stories, you'll probably like this one, and vice versa. Enjoy. Katie drove slowly to Alice's apartment. She'd had the best night's sleep she'd had in months, and now five hours later she was still feeling warm and rested. Th...
Looking back at it now, perhaps it was obvious, but at the time I thought I was just like any other unattached heterosexual woman in her late twenties. I had an active lifestyle, a good job, was reasonably intelligent, sociable (although slightly reserved), fit and healthy, slim figure, and I'm told; was considered attractive. I had been through a number of...
I apologize up and down, left and right, for this long hiatus -- The Internet is a fickle thing, which I wish was more accommodating to the nice customer that I am, or the company, rather. Anyway, nuisances aside, this took a little longer to write. I've had inspiration along the way, so I hope you enjoy, as always. (Please leave feedback!) Just a reminder,...
Authors note: This story is the fifth (and hardly the last) in a somewhat loose series that begins with "Ashlee and Naiya's Sleepover" and "Macy's Crush" and is directly preceded by "Naiya's Fresh Start." Normally I'd say these stories are capable of standing on their own, but with this one I feel it would be wise to at least suggest that anyone interested s...