Author's note: as with much of my work, this cautionary tale bridges the gap between D/s and romance, so please be prepared for a little light power play here and there. My thanks, as always, to Lisa Jones for editorial support; and to Halcyon Flux for encouragement in general and brainstorming those pesky desires in particular. If anyone is wondering what a...
Author's Note: As is the case with all my "Angie" stories, I have done my best to write this as a tale in itself. Although "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" picks up from the end of "Come on Eileen", it should be immediately readable in its own right. Please let me know if it's not! ***** Chapter One (Saturday 10th January 1998) Angie found the business card...
Every year since I turned 21, my uber-sexy boyfriend Tyler and all my friends have made it tradition to take me to the local strip club, Dazzlers. Dazzlers is a little bit more high-class than your average fuck-in-the-back, gloryhole-ridden club, but not so stuffy that you’d have to call it a “gentleman’s club”. In fact, gentlemen in that club are pretty few...
Foreword Hello again it's me, the young lady masquerading as "Helen X", back with another yarn. Anyone who missed my previous kiss-and-tell confession might very well be wondering "Who the hell is this?" so here's a bit of background. These days I'm pushing thirty but my story is set back in late 2008, when I was in the sixth form of a school that will rem...
She walked in and my world stopped. I stared like a hormonal teenager, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She wasn't the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, she wasn't the fittest, nor was she particularly well dressed. I can't pin down what it was that captured me, but I was hooked. Part of it was her walk! She strode with a confidence I had never s...
She was dressed in a short maid uniform, a lesbian slave serving coffee to her Mistress and miss Trixie, one of the eighteen year old students that her Mistress tutored. As Dina poured the coffee, her arm seemed to give way suddenly and the saucer tipped, spilling coffee in miss Trixie's lap. It was hot and soaked the clothes that covered the young girl's th...
Daphne Greene: A Beginning Journey Summary: At an all-girl college, an 18-year-old discovers lesbian sex. Note 1: This is dedicated to Strange Buddy who suggested the idea. Note 2: I have been asked for years to write an original story focused on Daphne Greene. You can read about her as a minor character in a few stories, starting with the Bedding the Bab...
*** This series was awarded Best Lesbian Story, as well as Most Literary/Genre Transcending Story in the 2019 Reader's Choice Awards. Thank you to all who voted. *** Welcome, friend, to Chapter Six. If you haven't read Chapters One through Five, you'll be lost, but you probably don't hate me as much as people who read to the end of Chapter Five then yelled...
Smokey Saga #74.2: "Lying Young" (part two) ***** Continued from part one. Real Wolf Friday, March 30th, 2012, 7:49 p.m. The remainder of Dori's lasagna sat untouched on her plate, getting cold. She no longer possessed the energy or will to return the dishes to the kitchen, or put them away. She only sat motionless in her recliner, paws concealing face,...
The old adage, "The Nose Knows," is one of the truest sayings ever spoken. Basically, it means; the damn thing never forgets. Once a scent has been processed by whatever mechanism the nose possesses, that particular aroma will be forever marinated into the brain. This is especially so if the odor is associated with something pleasant. Not too long ago I cam...