Part 3 - The Girls Become Better Friends. My wife Ruth and I were spending the weekend in the mountains at the hilltop house of Olga, our friend who had become really close over the course of the weekend. I hadn't planned it that way, we were just borrowing her spare bedroom to save spending on a hotel. The rest just happened with a bit of conspiracy betwee...
07 - Carol After the sit- in lecture with Carol, all of Anne's thoughts and emotions were more mixed up than ever. When she thought about it, it had been exactly as... no, even much wilder and more incredible than she had imagined. That by itself was enough to make her head spin. This was the total climax in a chain of events that actually started just a fe...
08 - Teambuilding Lazy breakers drove a monotonous rush up the cliffs from Kamachooga Bay. To Anne it was kind of a symbolic sound at a symbolic place. That place... the very outdoor restaurant where she and Jean got down to real business just a few weeks ago. The evening was warm and quiet, and the setting sun started to paint the light feather clouds in...
AWO15. – A new perspective Anne leaned back in her comfortable leather chair and yawned. She was tired. Very tired. There was a clear tendency she got too little sleep these days, and once again she reminded herself she should try to do something about it. This thing about beauty sleep, wasn't it? Only it wasn't that easy to get to sleep in the night with...
Revised Edition Susan Smith is a very wealthy person whose greatest thrill in life is to introduce innocent young women who happen to be looking for adventure to the joys of lesbian sex. Because she is an investor in a movie studio that specializes in high quality lesbian pornography, Susan has ready access to willing candidates for her unique form of perso...
Southern Nights 08. – Lounging. Yet another beautiful day saw the sun spreading its intense rays down over the village of Alvarez and the rocky coastline around. Only deep down in the horizon a few cumulus clouds could bee seen hovering faithfully over the sleeping volcano of Maracolar. The tiny draft from last night had grown into a refreshing morning bree...
The grasshopper, dictyophorus spumans, perched on the red oat grass. The large black eyes and the thick antenna gave it an alien look. The waxy exoskeleton made the red and black color on the legs stand out even more. The body was covered with yellow and brown dashes. A swift side move and a jump away made it disappear off the grass leaf. The red oat grass,...
Nina worked as an artists' model throughout graduate school to make ends meet. She worked part-time at her university for the fine arts department, sitting for "Painting 101" two mornings a week. Being a nude model was no big deal for her, having been on the other side as an art student. There was a space heater she could use if the room became too cold, and...
This is a sequel to my earlier story, "Party Time". While it can stand on its own, the reader will get some background and perspective by reading that story before this one. * * * * * I was in the library on a Sunday afternoon when I saw her. Or heard her, really. "Milene? Hey, Milene!" I turned at the sound of my name, startled out of deep thought as...
Jen's Journal Hi I am Jen, and the following 12 journal entries chronicle the most memorable of my seductions during the last year-2011. Please note these entries are not chronological. Before I get into them (hehe), a little bit about myself, I am 28 as I am writing this, a US citizen with an Irish heritage ( and therefore the stereotypical physical chara...