Twenty-eleven hours, I looked at my watch as the metal walled box I was travelling in shuddered to a halt in a series of heart stopping jerks, to the accompaniment of frightening bangs and clanks. The lights dimmed, only the emergency lighting remained on, the elevator was stuck somewhere between the twenty-fourth and twentieth floors. Adrenaline coursed thr...
Just watching Blue squirting honey into her pussy nearly pushed me over the edge! She got on her knees and I eagerly slid between them, my face right under her...Blue let the honey dribble from her pussy, right into my mouth and on my face... "Ooooooo...yes, my Blue...feed baby your honey!" I rubbed her clit while honey oozed from her beautiful pussy...he...
After the unexpected but completely satisfying evening, night and following morning with my ex-husband Peter, I had four options. As my first choice, I would have been very happy to remain in his condo with him, preferably with him in his bed. My second choice was to rush to South Carolina, share the good news with Betty, and maybe share something else too....
"Mother, I know you're--" Geneva could hear Addy's plaintive tones a full twenty feet down the hallway as she pushed the wire frame with the wedding dress on it towards the dressing room. "Yes, but--" She sounded miserable, desperate, put-upon, and in general, like a bride on her wedding day. "I know you don't--" Geneva smiled a tiny smile, making sure to wi...
"This is a special report on the Hurricane Bertha. Evacuation orders have been issued for the panhandle coast of Florida, from Panama City up to Pensacola. People have already started leaving Panama City in droves. Please take some advice and drive carefully. Be aware of others trying to get out just as much as you do. We will have further updates as they co...
Author's note: This is part of a series of stories about Jacqueline DeNorlan, a famous sculptor and her submissive, a young Assistant District Attorney named Victoria Lerner. I want to test them out before thinking about writing more than the three stories that already exist on my hard drive. So, feel free to comment on the story, critical remark are espec...
I hear the crack of sound before my nerves even register I've been slapped. I cast my eyes downward, unable to face my former friend." Do you hear me?" She demands," You let him die." Tears fall onto my shirt; I don't deserve the dignity of hiding my pain. Silence rings in my head as my partner's widow stands angrily before me. I know that we have interrupt...
Sophia and I had known each other for several months. We had met through mutual friends and quickly discovered that we shared many of the same tastes. We both had a love for chic-lit books and foreign films. We loved good food and hated reality television with an unholy passion. Sophia and I came to enjoy each other's company and had taken every opportunity...
Lesbian and voyeur content. .... As Maya told Kyle of her experiences with her father's friend - of being bound and suspended, and of having things done to her nipples, I found myself getting aroused by these new aspects of Maya's life. How much more was hiding underneath that meek and placid exterior, I wondered? Kyle had finished shaving Maya's legs, al...
The roses are blooming in the rather plain jar on my desk. It's a canning jar, it once held pickles I think, like the jars that used to line the shelves in your kitchen. The florist thinks I'm ridiculous for my regular purchase of three roses, one pale pink, two darker pink, but they remind me so much of you. Sometimes I sit here and stare at the sweet smell...