DeeGee lived a lonely life in the flat, prairie mid-West on a farm with her aunty Em and Uncle Henry since her parents had died in a car crash. Aunty Em was like a mother to her, and her one, faithful companion was her little dog Tatoo. The only other people on the farm were three bumbling farmhands. On her uneventful eighteenth birthday DeeGee felt lonely...
This story is set in Halogaland, a region of Norway, around 600 CE, in the pre-Viking era. All sexually active characters in this story are over the age of 18. * * * Herta Einarsdaughter was different from other girls, not in a good way: her parents let her know this early and often. The boys of the village would not let her play with them, and she had no...
Author's Note: This a collaboration between the amazing writer Skye_sub and me (Brittni4u). Chapter 1 was written by both of us in our own version, with me writing chapter 2 and Skye_Sub writing Chapter 3. I invite you to read the previous chapters as I feel you will enjoy them. I have to give full credit for this series to Skye who is not only one of the...
Diane sat at her kitchen table, nervously awaiting Celeste's arrival. She sipped at her coffee despite the nervous fluttering that seemed to haunt her stomach like a colony of bats, their leathery wings fluttering about as they prepared to leave their home's safety for their nightly hunt. Her anxiety was making her wish she could call the whole thing off des...
Warning: This story is about domination of black women by a white woman in a non-sadistic context. If you feel offended by the theme, please don't read it. However, the author would like to state that she has not written a political essay, but only a piece of fiction. * Eva Alpers had reached her thirty-first birthday two weeks before and was feeling fed...
Ellen was briefly mentioned in Jodie's Story and I've decided to write a story about Ellen. It's a little more visceral than my usual stories, so my apologies to anyone with a phobia about guns. I've tried to handle the theme of domestic violence as sensitively as possible but it is what it is. For those struggling with the terms biker and bikie as used in A...
Chapter Seven 'Oh my,' Victoria sighed, lying flat out on Heather's king-sized bed. 'I'm glad we didn't wait for that.' Heather untangled their legs. They were both drenched with sweat and passion but the smell of them wasn't unpleasant. She'd always liked the smell of urgent sex. Not to mention the salty-sweet tastes with their undertones of honey. 'Wha...
Authors note: Hello everyone. Thank you everyone for the positive feedback and comments they mean the world to me and have brightened my days. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. * Hella woke and rolled over to pick up her phone and look at the time. She had known that it was dangerous moving her pet Pussycat in...
I sat behind my dark oak office desk as my gorgeous redheaded partner Carla McBain occupied the chair across from me. Ours wasn't so much an office as it was a converted stand-alone garage. We rarely needed it to house my little blue Honda Accord, so I had some friends put up walls to partition the building into three rooms; an anteroom for Carla, an office...
Thank You to everyone for all the kind words. Feedback, comments and votes are always appreciated. -Monamante This is my last year at Calstate LA. I came in four years ago with a hope of getting an education, and that's exactly what I did. Educate myself on the wonders of a woman's body. I have had my fair share of women, but I don't do the relationship t...