As always, my physical description is in the first paragraph of "I Thought She Was Straight". I had never tried, or been particularly interested in, threesomes until last fall. Actually, I'm still not particularly interested in threesomes, but it's probably one of those things you should try just to see what it's like and then write off to experience, and i...
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (Thursday, 25th April 2002) By all rights Carrie should have been pissed off, but a flicker of hope burned inside her. After the foulest sequence of setbacks she'd finally had a break. Now, if she played her cards right, if everything went to plan . . . Jesus, she thought, I need a hit. Just one last hit . . . The doctor had been bang on...
Emily Goes Home - Ginger Comes Out Ch. 09 By A Vixen Literally© *** April 2nd -- 14th*** Monday, April 2 -- Ugh! I was alone, groggy, and desperately horny. You're amazed? There are months, just after my flag goes green, that I'm like this. (I borrowed that phrase from a friend) Yip, you would think that a day like yesterday would have tamped out that fir...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
"Tell me why we are here again?" Sahara leans in towards me and asks while grazing my cheek with the lightest kiss. "Because we really need to get out more baby. Ever since we got really serious, we have kind of isolated ourselves from everyone else and I just thought we needed a change. I thought it would be fun to come here and see some people we haven't...
It was at the village fete that I saw her. I had just emerged from the main tent, after judging the sponge cake competition -- a solemn duty for the parish vicar's wife -- and there she was, 20 yards away from me, paying for a go at the coconut shie. She looked even slimmer than I remembered her as a teenager. I thought at first that her short, spiky hair ha...
This is part three of The Second Domino. I apologise for taking so long with it as I've been caught up with Delicate Touches but I've made my changes and feel I've gone as far as I can with the Domino Series. I may revisit Ruth at some point in a breakout story but that's for later. For those interested in trivia, the last part of this was actually written i...
The party had been a blast, for all the wrong reasons, but who cared? Certainly not Belinda nor Rachel. They so enjoyed themselves the entire weekend that it was the worst parting they had had since they began their little adventure. It was always a little tough to say 'T.T.F.N.' when Rachel headed home, but this was a tough one. Rachel wouldn't be back in t...
'Size twelve, madam? Certainly, madam,' I said, obediently, metaphorically raising my eyebrows, and wondering whether I should a) try and pass off a 14 as a twelve, or, b) try and squeeze the woman's optimistic frame into the most generous twelve in the store. A common dilemma. She ended up buying the dress, squeezing herself into a twelve, and enjoying the...
This book is dedicated to my mother Lillian. Who always told me "Life is not about learning to weather the storms, it's about learning to dance in the rain!" – I love you mother, thank you so much for all you've done to help me become the person I am. Chapter 1 My name is Jessica Fox. This is not my real name, but for reasons of anonymity this is the name...