* Author's Note: First, thanks to those of you who left feedback, either comments or directly. Some asked for more of Amber's story, so I let it stew for a while and here it is. This goes back to her college days. As before, I've written this for myself, but I hope some of you can enjoy it as well. I slipped into my dorm room after my calculus class. Sunl...
I would like to start with a special thanks to Keith for helping me edit this story! Any similarity to an actual person place or even is strictly coincidental. This story is intended for adult audiences. Enjoy! * Sara stood between a mountain of clothing on her bed and a steadily dwindling supply hanging in her closet. In a kaleidoscope of colors, each rej...
I sat staring at the computer – flushed, nearly panting, and my heart beating so loud I thought I might pass out. The familiar tightening of my nipples and the warmth between my legs gave "voice" to my feelings. After the most random of happenings that set off this chain of events we were finally going to meet. I guess maybe I should start at the beginning....
This is Miss Syreata again! I guess the Amber Rose Story didn't go over so well, huh? I'll admit that I'm not the best storyteller in the world. So that means I should give up, right? Not a chance. Truth is, the story I wrote was rushed because I had another story that I had already written. It's a long story about how I rekindled my relationship with my fi...
My friend Jeannie and I have a thing. We shop together, try on clothing, and fool around in the dressing room. We have always liked it when people watch us kiss and touch under tables and such, but since we found one particular clothing store, we can't stop going there. It is a small shop that sells the sort of dresses we like, and the same saleswoman is a...
Summer finally arrived. With it came the usual evenings spent entertaining friends and extra sessions with my students, practicing for weekend recitals. In the long year since I had last spoken to Jordan, I had thrown myself both into teaching and performing, trying hard to eradicate the feel of her kisses and caresses from my memory. After a few attempts to...
Amber walked down the rainy sidewalk by herself. It had been a month since Ben's accident and since she'd last spoken with Mandy. She didn't know what to do. With Ethan at home with Felix, Victor, and little Nathan, she was free to get to her job on time. She'd started to work part time at a little cafe near Felix and Victor's apartment. The hours weren't de...
Foreword: Both characters depicted here are 18 years or older. I didn't feel it was important to give them specific ages and my Mistress often refers to me as a girl. As this story was originally written by her directive, I tried to carry over a distinction between Domme and sub through use of language which comparatively glorifies or diminishes characters w...
Rebecca's, or Becca as she liked to be called, very being captured my attention from the first time that I saw her. She is stunningly beautiful in a classic way. She has eyes into which you fall and get lost. They are large round ovals filled with deep brown pupils. When she applies mascara to outline her eye the effect is dramatic. Her eyes pull yours to he...
The Mint Julep Cafe was bubbling with conversation. The table was full of slim, tan women, who all sported the same hairstyle and pastel clothing. It was the Spring Book Club Luncheon. I was on their tennis team and at that time, one of the few social activities I engaged in since we moved to the South. My quirky ponytail, black top, capris, and little heel...