Becca tightened her embrace, pulling the young girl's slim body hard against her own. Her hands roamed up and down her back and on to her arse where she lifted the skirt and slipped her hands down the back of her panties. The feel of Sofia's soft yielding flesh in her hands sent a shiver through her body and she felt herself getting wetter. All the while, So...
The wild strike at the airport has ruined the day for many people, and my return trip home has now been postponed until tomorrow. Thanks to Google, I was able to find a hotel that fits the budget of a junior forensic accountant. The hotel is a time capsule that was first opened during the 'Roaring Twenties' when the hip Charleston in the 'speak-easies' ke...
If any of this going to make sense, and I want it to, then I need to give you some background. Think of it as a prologue if you like, I promise to keep it short. I was born at the tail end of the 1980's, the only child of parents who were as astonished by my arrival as I was myself. They called me Elizabeth on my birth certificate, but I was never anything...
Miss White preferred a late afternoon Thanksgiving dinner, and so that was what ABD always had. This year she put Sasha in charge of the kitchen, checking in occasionally to make sure things were being done according to her specifications. Jodie and Sofia were helping, though Nikki and Polly — somewhat to Miss White's annoyance — were nowhere to be found. O...
This story is directly inspired by my recent visit to Stockholm and I've tried to describe the city as best as possible after only three nights there. I wrote it from a Swedish woman's POV just to see how far I can push the envelope. It's a fun little piece while I work on the sequel for The Singer. Not sure how far I can take this story but we'll see, I hav...
Preamble. Hi, and thank you for choosing my story. I hope you will enjoy it. If you do, please be kind enough to give a score at the end. This helps me to gauge the popularity of my work. - If I may - I usually like to suggest, one star each for: Composition & Use of Vocabulary, Readability, Plot, Drama or Humour, and of course Sexual Content (because...
Ruby and Tammy were out on the town on Saturday night. Tammy lovingly stared into the big brown eyes of her lover as they sat in a booth sipping wine at a lively lesbian club. The 25 yr. old blond teacher told Ruby, " This seems so surreal, just think, a month ago I was a straight conservative teacher that stayed home on Saturday nights reading. Now here I a...
A painful beginning leads to beautiful new possibilities. * Author's Note I spent a little time in the urgent care clinic recently, due to a poorly-timed bout of strep throat. As I'm sitting there in the waiting room, my mind starts turning, generating ideas. By the time I get home, the story starts forming. And, since the steroid medication meant to take...
Convent life consisted of routine. Years upon years of the same routine until you gave in to the system or regime as some refer to it. The life was hardest of course for the younger nuns and novices. They still had to fight the demons of their sexual desires, and no matter what the older nuns may say, they all had their desires. On those silent, cold, black...
Sigrid has invited Moira to a wedding but whilst she is attracted to her, she still feels somewhat restricted by her own personal ethics and history. However as the wedding draws nearer it becomes apparent that Moira is very much the kind of person who makes the rules up as she goes. In lieu of the fact I mixed up Maggie and Frankie I decided to modify the b...