Painting my nails, I like painting my nails, there is really nothing more relaxing than having some me time. Me time is a luxury, that I can't often afford, especially now days, there is always so much to do and not enough time to do it. I like to think of myself as an independent female, who is capable of fending for myself and who will risk everything to p...
This is my first story. I reckon I am an average late fifties guy, I'm straight, I like girl on girl action and I'm wishing I had acted on my Bi-curiosity years ago - second story topic quite likely. I have sometimes wondered if my wife had ever had any lesbian fantasies knowing that if she were to tell me she had I would be pretty turned on by it and not th...
Part 2 It had been unseasonably warm during the weeks Debbie and I had been together back in the UK, but the heat that washed over us as we climbed from the air-conditioned 737 on the runway at Nice was almost overwhelming. "ETA on clothing departure is about ninety minutes," Debbie assured me. "You might have got that wrong by about eighty-nine," I said,...
When I was 17 I was a counselor at a camp. I had a 25 year old co-counselor who was super butch; she did ask me to spoon for warmth one night but nothing happened between us, so sometimes I go back and wonder, "what if..." I initially wanted to go off on a crazy fantasy and work with the double entendre in "head counselor", but it felt too forced. This one...
Britney returned home from the beauty shop. Tiffany had been working part time for only a few weeks. Britney was a striking 42 y/o mother of two with auburn hair with curly locks falling on her shoulders. For years, she had disappointed in her breasts, which were "small" by today's standards, a large B, but with exercise, her breasts had remained firm and wi...
Single, never married, and no kids, I had not accumulated many things and not much furniture. Movers always ask me why I don't just junk everything and buy new stuff rather than paying someone to move what little I have. I just laugh and tell them, "That's a good idea." This time it took them maybe an hour to unload the truck and put the big furniture like t...
She was so focused on the screen in front of her that she hardly noted the 'whoosh' sound of the door opening. It was after all, the busiest time of the day for the counter-terrorism unit, and Diana had very important work to do in the lab. Neither did she register any concern at the next sound, that of someone sitting heavily in the seat behind her. Only a...
It was at an all-girls college that Cassandra finally understood what she was. It was the start of her junior year. She knew she was not pretty or cute. She was perhaps striking but most told her she was handsome. She was smarter than those around her but quietly so. She was not vivacious although not a limp rag either. It did seem like everyone wanted...
This story contains graphic sexual descriptions. Copyright 2005 October, All Rights Reserved There are elements of this story that are true. To those whose experience I based it on I thank you. Feedback as always, is really appreciated Petra Rose I really should try and cut down on the coffee. For one thing it makes me extremely irritable and later on I...
****************** This story had stalled out on me. I knew that I needed to wrap it up, but after the last chapter, I didn't know where to go with it, so I wrote some other stories instead. Like Catherine, I needed a little time away from Kelly. But, when she came back to me, her character told me exactly what to write. This story is shorter and with a lit...