This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations. It was...
Emily Goes Home - Ginger Comes Out Ch. 10 *** April 15th -- 29th*** Sunday, April 15 -- Sunday sucked, from the goddamn alarm, to saying goodbye to my honey, to the shitty weather. After Reenie left I went back to bed. After waking again, I showered, stuck my tongue out at my reflection in the mirror, which added nothing to my mood, dragged a brush through...
[My thanks once again to estragon for editing my prose. I appreciate all the feedback and love hearing from you. Please write. I love the suggestions, but may or may not incorporate them in the story. I have no control of where my Muse leads me. She is a wicked domme. :-) -Tricia] Session XI: Caught in a Web I woke up on Wednesday morning to the vibrati...
I began this as something else, but someone close to me made me redraft it. It is dedicated to Sarah. The Sarah in this story in no way resembles the Sarah for whom the story is written. * Up to the day she got shot Lt. Faith O'Bannon believed she was all that and bulletproof. She stood 5'10" and weighed around 140 lbs. Her coppery hair was cut to a severe...
-------------------------------------------- Acknowledgements: Much thanks to my editor for putting in all her time and effort. -------------------------------------------- Our bodies were roughly entwined, hands groping greedily at each other. "Kiss me." I leaned my head forward in response. As our lips met, I closed my eyes tightly, focusing on the se...
Summary: A lonely bi-curious MILF falls for an on-line teen Mistress. Note 1: This is a long story...so patience is a virtue. Note 2: This story is also an ode to one of my favourite fetishes, well okay definitely my favourite fetish, silk stockings. Note 3: This story is dedicated to Maureen who suggested the idea, is also a stocking lover, and is the...
***Warning*** This story contains minimal non-consensual/rape innuendo. If that is not your thing, I will not be offended if you don't continue reading. This is a slow burning mystery/suspense lesbian romance. If you are looking for a quick sex scene, please read Dention Center FNG or find another quick fix story. Also, a big thank you and shout out to Cu...
It's an unremarkable black door at the top of 3 stone steps. The paintwork gleams, the brass fittings are highly polished and thousands of Londoners pass by without a glance in its direction every working day. If you ever walk the network of side-streets between St. Pancras Station and The British Museum, perhaps you're one of them. Or maybe you're one of th...
The party at Jackie D's had only begun at half past six, but by a quarter to eight it was already winding down. That was pretty much the norm for after hour's parties, especially when thrown by a firm that was only willing to foot the bill for the first two rounds. Once people had to reach into their own pockets, most employees usually decided it was time to...
Megan ran her fingers underneath her panties and across the folds of her labia as she lay in bed. They were warm and slick, lightly throbbing at her own touch. She woke up horny, as she did most mornings, and knew she didn't have much time to pleasure herself before she needed to get ready for work. While her right hand explored her genitals, her left worked...