You don't remember if you even had a choice. You do remember hitting Main Street on the first weekend of Bike Week, out with the girls from work. You do remember drinking a shitload of Margaritas and arguing with Kerri Ann about the number of bikers in Daytona this year. You don't recall when she imposed herself in your group or when she began to take your s...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following story has scenes of woman-to-woman sex, hot and nasty, a departure in this series from the adventures of Anna with her young male lover and his oral skills. Just wanted to try something different. Hope you like it. ***** Anna and Deb sat in Deb's living room, two sexy older women and long-time friends. And, of late, sexual conf...
I left my husband's office holiday party early, complaining of a headache. Those events just weren't for me--egotistical lawyers and tartish legal secretaries getting drunk and exchanging suggestive language? No, thank you. After the third curvy woman blatantly grabbed Adam's ass, to which his biggest protest was a huge smile and a "how're you doing" (Tina o...
There was a sequel to 'Mergin,' for not many days after the newly un-virginal Jennifer and rejoicing Dulcinda had left, hand in hand, a newcomer came into the gallery and hovered just inside the door. A woman, holding under her arm a large, newspaper-wrapped rectangular bundle, probably containing pictures to show me. Dressed in a loose black tracksuit, she...
If I had been asked ten years ago if I'd ever been attracted to a woman the answer would have been a resounding, absolutely-never-ever no. Last night I would have answered the same, though my more mature brain would recognize the answer as false. Today, even after my encounter -- if I can call it that -- I don't know how to answer. Because the truth means so...
Sometimes, semi-retired, I contribute to short, intensive, language courses in Eastern Europe, where there is great demand, and little funding, for teaching English. My speciality is devising short plays through the acting of which participants learn and practice particular vocabularies and structures. With such events there may be opportunities for extra-mu...
Her hair rested easily on her shoulders, like a housecat lying sleepily in a window. It was an amber color, and shimmered under the brazen light and heat of the Texan mid-day sun as she tossed her horse's saddle into the back on her dusty, slightly aging pickup. It had been a long day, and her aching muscles needed the hot shower she had promised them earlie...
Sally was cleaning up at Shepherd's Bar, a roadhouse out on Rt 62. I was past closing time, but she knew there was a party out back, because people didn't want to stop drinking just because the liquor laws said otherwise, and there was good money to be made in catering to that impulse. So long as things stayed quiet the cops wouldn't pay attention, for the v...
I live outside a rural town on an 8 acre block of land. About half of it is pasture and I make a bit of money from agisting livestock, mostly the cattle of neighbours. A few weeks ago I got a call from the owner of a local stable who said she has a friend looking for agistment for her horse. The friend, Bonnie, came around the next day towing a horse float....
For a long time now I've been a member of a local band. We started out as an all-female punk and ska group called something that would translate as "pussy lips" into english and play mostly local pubs, clubs and alternative bars where "our" kind of people are hanging out. About a year ago my boyfriend Triss joined the group, mainly because he's damn good at...