Author's note: there's an old saying that there's two sides to every story. This is a story told, in turn, by a French teacher and one of her pupils. The teacher's portrayal of events may, or may not, be "the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth". Nor, on the other hand, may the student's. But neither is really important. What is important is tha...
They had met in the bar of the hotel. A brief kiss on the cheek and a glass each of dry white wine before lunch. They ate sparingly, pasta and salads, but befitting the reason for them meeting, they drank nearly two bottles of a full bodied Rioja. Ignoring the glances of the other diners they wandered out of the dining room and over to the lifts smiling and...
Caren Yeager swung her 1955 Mercedes-Benz 300SL off the San Diego freeway and expertly gunned it towards her on the city's outskirts. She ran a leather-gloved hand smoothly over the gleaming wooden steering wheel and thought how superbly the black leather looked on the wheel, as if it belonged. Had her car been a Bentley, or a Porsche, even, such gloves woul...
Anne stared at her reflection in the full length mirror in Lucy's kinky bedroom (there were handcuffs, floggers, dildos and ropes scattered about it randomly) and could not quite believe what she looked like and that she was about to go out in public like this. On her feet were a really slutty pair of ridiculously high heeled shoes, moving up the only other...
Note from the Authoress: For any one who has read the Julie Journals will know I always mention that my stories are a mixture of fact and fantasy. The content of this story is pure fantasy but the characters are fact. For that reason I have not included the as part of the Julie Journals. This story is dedicated to two of My very special and very dear online...
For a long time now I've been a member of a local band. We started out as an all-female punk and ska group called something that would translate as "pussy lips" into english and play mostly local pubs, clubs and alternative bars where "our" kind of people are hanging out. About a year ago my boyfriend Triss joined the group, mainly because he's damn good at...
IN HER COUSIN'S FOOTSTEPS- Part Seven They began the journey home under beautiful clear skies with the top down and hair blowing in the warm breeze. The weekend began with so many questions, most of which were answered. Neither girl had ever felt so free, so liberated, so self-aware - but they both knew that there would inevitably be moral and familial c...
Days had passed before Katie and Sarah had received any rush assignments from Jackie and Tina, their sorority superiors. Both girls had missed the normal rush period and were being forced to make it up by completing special missions which seemed to always revolve on their being used as sluts for the pleasure of their peers and older women. Both girls knew t...
Isabel could not believe that she had to go to the dentist on her birthday. She should be going out with her friends, not sitting here in the dentist chair getting the last of her baby teeth surgically removed. They promised her that everyone would get together next weekend for a blow out bash but this still sucked. But here she was, counting backwards from...
This is a work of fantasy, inspired by my love for riding motorcycles and the enjoyment of nature. Any resemblance to persons who read these words are welcome to join me, and make the fantasy theirs, too. Lori decided to "dress" her new friend for the ride, so she opened her saddlebag and withdrew a pair of riding chaps and handed them to Val. "Why don't...