I'm Greta, a biologist by profession, and although I find the science of biology deeply interesting and rewarding in its own right, I would admit that it isn't ordinarily considered a glamorous field. There was one time though that I was assigned a job that was pretty entertaining, and maybe even a wee bit glamorous. Dr. Howard Barlow, a zoologist and I were...
Note: I hope most of you read "Drew's First Time," as this is a continuation of that story. Drew, as I stated there is a fictitious name for one of my fans that has told me a couple of stories about her love life, and they were such good stories, I worked with her to write them. Names and some small things have been fictionalized, but for the most part, this...
Mid-morning on a warm, sunny Saturday. Anna stood at her kitchen sink, dabbing washing-up liquid on a chocolate stain on one of her daughters' blouses. A metallic rattle and scraping made her look up and out of the open window in front of her. Through the wrought-iron gates of the adjacent house she saw her neighbour unfolding and positioning a sun lounger o...
COMING HOME After Charlie's aborted seduction attempt, Lisa has driven Zoe's car home whilst Kelly followed in Lisa's car. Zoe is still feeling the effects of the weed and trying to process this flagrant betrayal of trust whilst Lisa has to face up to her own past in this final part. Author's note: Towards the end of this story I make mention of two women,...
In this story, set in suburban Melbourne, I've introduced two fresh characters, and older woman, Lamara and a younger woman, Lisa. Without giving anything away, the career criminal mentioned in the story is fictional but inspired by characters out of the series Underbelly. I felt it lent a grittier feel to the story but I didn't want to take it too far in th...
As always, I'd like to thank Dr. Bob for his fine insights in editing this story. LeftyLoo always gives his support, too. This is a little story of seduction and the surprising places that love can be found. Please enjoy. * It was a Friday just like any other Friday. I went to work and spent all day every day staring at my computer screen. I am a CPA with...
Seven times the moon had shone its subdued, borrowed light from the sun since Yahminah and Jaffa had been stolen from their homes in Egypt and Nubia to be sold in an Athens' slave market to a Muslim woman named Adara. She was the sister to Johara, the favored wife of Sultan Abdul – Khareen in Istanbul, Turkey, to whom the Sultan had given her the position of...
Smokey Saga #75: "Squeal II: The Art Of The Sequel" ***** The consensus re: the original story "The Art Of The Squeal" (Saga #63) was that a sequel indeed be in order. So while it may have taken me a while to get around to it, here it is. If you liked the playful bondage and torment elements in the original, I'm sure you'll be fond of and pleased with this...
Hey everyone,I appreciate the positive feedback for my first story and I want you to know I already have part 2 started. However, I also have several other ideas for other ongoing series and want to get them out too. So, just bear with me. What follows is a story with dirty talk and lesbians using a lot of toys. If that's not for you, no problem, I understan...
"You need something, Maryann?" "Could I have something for pain?" Her voice was small and hesitant. "I'll check. If you can, I'll bring it and then let it take effect and then," Sharon Caswell, R.N., paused with a whimsical smile of her face, "we'll do your bath." Maryann Hollander sort of laughed and then groaned, "Sharon don't make me laugh, it hurts."...