I was surprised when Lady Jennifer said I was to accompany them when they went to take Captain Sue and the Admiral to the ship. I'd never even seen a real ship, just the pictures in Captain Sue's den. After the tour of the ship, as we stood by the stairs from the dock (called the gangway) I couldn't believe it when Lady Jennifer gave me to Admiral Beautiful...
I had been here a lot since moving back to New Zealand about six months ago. I had been living in Greece, on a sort of working sabbatical from the local university. Since I lived two blocks from here it was the first place I went for a drink after I moved in. Once I walked in I had kept coming back. It was... different I guess. A hole in the wall leading to...
The onion made Susan cry, not because she was cutting it, just the idea of it brought the tears. It was the layers, the curved layers that made her think of the layered folds of her girlfriend Angie's pussy. More correctly, the curved layers of the onion made her think of her ex-girlfriend Angie's pussy, hence the tears. Yeah, it had been quite a shock to h...
Home sweet home, she thought, looking around her at the library carrel that had become her nest over the past months as she worked to finish the school year. Now, late at night, late in the week, late in the semester, the desk and shelves were barely visible under the stacks of books, marked-up essay drafts, and multicolored sticky notes. The glow from her l...
You don't remember if you even had a choice. You do remember hitting Main Street on the first weekend of Bike Week, out with the girls from work. You do remember drinking a shitload of Margaritas and arguing with Kerri Ann about the number of bikers in Daytona this year. You don't recall when she imposed herself in your group or when she began to take your s...
I had a hot teacher in school. A really hot teacher - let me explain. She was in her early thirties with a face that belonged on billboards. She taught English Lit during my final year at school and it was both a blessing and a curse. Her smile, style and luscious figure were reasons to pay attention. As an 18 year old senior year student with her spot at un...
Note to readers: this is a slow, languorous story. Part I has only limited sex in it. If you want to get to "the good part", wait 'til part II (although reading part I will set it up). Thank to my risky friend Rae for reading and commenting on this. Feedback is always appreciated! ***** I can almost feel her pencil on the back of my neck as I watch her dra...
Zoe Kidd, at the age of eighteen, had changed schools due to her father uprooting her and her mother three hundred miles from their home in the North of England down to the outskirts of London. She was a pretty girl, petite with blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. The move meant more money for the family but for Zoe it was a huge culture shock. She was use...
As always all characters are at least 18 years old and are complete figments of my imagination. Any characters resembling actual people other than myself is pure coincidence. I also want to thank everyone for their comments and encouragement. XOXO Tiff ***** Monday, early morning. Ms. Barrett stood in front of her open closet. She hadn't agonized this b...
I sat at the end of the bar tapping my fingers on the side of my bottle, feeling completely frustrated and as usual when something is bugging me, my hair was wrapped tightly around my finger. My husband's words replayed in my head over and over again. I sat stewing about the things I should have said and the points I should have made. My heart felt heavy, an...