Edited by Mac. Here's to our first co-op and... a new friendship. Thank you, J ***** Jessa's words to him were: "I will swallow my pride You're the one that I love, Say something now or I'm giving up on you..." The words burned in her soul, like a thousand tiny, little holes, even though they weren't written for her. The tension made her turn to her be...
As I lay on the massage table, naked and dripping, I thought about what had just happened. I had an extremely erotic wax and massage... for work. This new position at Lace Club — a company that specialized in all girl sex parties — was definitely the place for me. I grabbed the silk robe that was given to me and wrapped it around my body. It was tight arou...
Jemma was a little early. It was one of her rules. Dates weren't easy to come by in her position and limited experience had taught her not to bring along a carer. Reminding people of her utter dependence on outside help usually didn't leave a brilliant first impression. She smiled at a tall man, who was stood in the doorframe, wearing a vest and a bow-tie....
I never looked forward to the night bus home from college. It was a long, boring bus ride, 5 hours to Dayton, and then another half hour taxi ride to my moms' house from the bus depot. There is nothing quite so ugly as the Dayton bus depot at 3 in the morning. The bus was often full. At best, I would get a window and an empty seat next to me. At worst, the t...
Alexandra pulled the fleece blanket over herself and leaned forward, hunching over her laptop. Even though it had been an unseasonably warm 54 degrees, the setting of the sun brought back the reality of late autumn in Chicago. The air outside had its familiar bite back, the wind had returned, and the temperature in Alexandra's apartment had dropped along wit...
by BrettJ © 2015 Jaslyn Miller pulled her classic Thunderbird into the parking lot of the motel. She hoped that no one had seen her or the car. She had to be discreet and taking her car had been a terrible risk. She was one of only two people in the city who owned a classic 1957, red Thunderbird. It had been a wedding present from her daddy, who owned a s...
Mary sat on a bench while reading a letter that Brad had left for her on his cabin door. She already read it once before but was rereading it to make some sense out of it. What Mary had read in the letter left her shock and with some uncertainty about how to handle it. He wrote that she deserved to know the truth about him and why he did the things he did wi...
Two types of people visit gyms before 9 a.m. on Saturdays, Alexandra thought. Committed fitness types and types committed to working off the prior night's alcohol. Alexandra wondered about which category she'd put herself. Perhaps both. It was a pleasing hour: free weights and flexibility, no cardio. She watched her form closely, viewing her body through th...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and as such, any similarities to real people, places or events are strictly coincidental. This work contains graphic depictions of a sexual nature between consenting adults. The story also refers to aspects of sexuality that may be offensive to certain people, such as humiliation and lesbian themes. If these topics offe...
Author's note: this is by far the longest and most romantic story I've ever written. It's fiction with elements of non-fiction. I didn't know where it would end up when I started, but it was cathartic to write it so I hope you enjoy. Trigger warning: sexual assault, rape, nonconsent, cis-het men. ***** "Congratulations, class of 2016!" Thunderous applause...