Kassandra paced around her truck as time was dragging on, every few minutes she'd look for Lilly's car. Any car that looked like Lilly described, Kassandra's heart skipped a beat, or perhaps beat double. Her heartbeat was felt in her throat, as the minutes ticked slowly away. Exhaling she gained her composure, the butterflies within her stomach fluttered aro...
We put the key in the door of our first home and crossed the threshold hand in hand. We had just come from the closing and the house was officially ours, ALL 2,200 square feet of mid-century Ranch amortized at 6.34% for the next 30 years of it. For a couple of dykes, buying a house together is the closest sort of commitment you can get to getting married. Sa...
Damn! That's the problem with driving a hybrid car. You get such good mileage you stop paying attention to the gas gauge. Now here we were, my wife Angel and I, out of gas and miles from nowhere on a desolate country road, somewhere outside of Ojai. There were no signs of civilization anywhere and it was getting dark. To make things worse, it was beginni...
Carla carried the wax covered tray of cookies she'd just baked to her next door neighbor Julie and Jeff's house. Cutting through the only opening in the dense shrubs between the two homes. Being careful not to be poked by the pointy brush that pulled and tugged at her tight purple blouse and black mini-skirt. She liked making treats for her friends and neigh...
The year Livvy finished college she'd got a job, not quite full time because the owner was cheap and even then people didn't read, at a second-hand bookstore. The wage was glorified pocket change and she'd lived in a shared house in a borderline part of town. Her college girlfriend went off to medical school and they'd tried, they really had, for the first s...
I wrote this story at the end of '03 but for another site so I thought I'd share it here. __________________________________ Another hot ass day thought Diane as she stopped brushing the soft velvet coat of her new stud long enough to wipe the sweat from her brow and peer up at the sun. Montana was known for its warm climate, but after a few hours of manua...
Author's Note: This story picks up where the series La Playa - Polynesia leaves off. Those of you who like a story and understanding the motivations of characters may want to read both the original La Playa series and La Playa - Polynesia for context and background. For those of you who are just looking for a good wank, I hope you'll give the story developme...
The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. It is also a long story. If you don't like longer stories or are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to...
This is based on a true story. The names have been changed to protect the, well, you can't really say they're innocent. Let's just say the names have been changed and leave it at that. ***** I knew I was in for a long night when my Mistress, Beth, brought out the hood from the depths of the bag that she had brought with her. I shuddered. Not only at the si...
It wasn't the red checked shirt that caught her eye that afternoon as she slung a saddle over the metal rail, nor was it the long blonde hair blowing in the wind that had sprung up a few hours ago. It was the look in her eyes that caught and held her attention for a moment in time, there was a hint of longing, a quiet desperation that reminded her of home. H...