Author's note: One of the core themes of this story is the subject of being born intersex. If you are not interested in such a subject then please move on. * Chapter 1 Jade O'Connor Anders was in the prime of her life. At twenty-seven she was strikingly beautiful and seemed to have it all. She was a top literary agent in a successful company, had been ma...
For InPennyInPound. Thank you for your insight...for everything. SSW FOREWARNING: The story that follows is a BDSM scene between a butch and a femme. The word "cock" is used multiple times, but always in reference to a strap-on. So please don't get your panties in a bind. *** {HER} In a mostly-darkened room, you're on your knees on a folded quilt. I'm s...
I catch you by the wrist as you make your way down the hall to the bedroom in your rush to grab a towel. I tread over your discarded shorts and wrap myself around you. "Stop, Kris." You laugh. "I need to get cleaned up." "That's what I'm here for," I answer. You're helpless, arms snared in your half-removed sports bra. I bury my nose in your short, chest...
Author’s Note: This story continues from Phylicia’s Arch Rival. Thanks everyone who posted to my last story. Because of the excellent feedback I received last time, I wanted to write another one. It had been the tea. Or that’s what I’d been telling myself on my way home. Ever since I left her house, I had been in some bizarre state of shock. Questions, too...
She closed the door behind her quietly as she placed her hands on my hips gently, something I loved. She leaned down and kissed me softly, lacing her tongue around mine gently, an act we had only just mastered. No longer did my nerves get the better of me, when before I would get embarrassed because I hadn't known what to do, or I had bitten her or something...
Grace, so appropriately named, was such a good girl before Robyn came along. So fucking innocent. She was the kind of girl who always had perfect grades and a perfect track record, who attended church every Sunday, and barely wore any makeup except for subtle lip gloss. But then, she met Robyn, with her chipped black nail polish, rock band tees and taste fo...
"I like the way you wash your hands." Said a woman as she cornered me at the sink of the girl's restroom. A tiny closet of a room with one stall, constructed in the corner of a fairly large half-bathroom, tiled with off-white ceramic. She pinned me against the sink cabinet with her hips and breathed purposefully from my ear to neck. NOTE: This was the firs...
"Suzanne, it's me. Is she ready?" Lexi recognized the familiar male voice behind the door. Jack! It was Jack, her sweet, conservative, long-term boyfriend, who had taken her out for her twenty-first birthday. Suzanne opened the door, and Jack strode into the room. To Lexi's amazement, he wrapped his arms around Suzanne and kissed her deeply, letting his ha...
Cassie climbed the gallows stairs slowly. She knew they could not start the hanging without her, and she figured the slower she climbed, the more time she would live. She was guilty. She had killed that son-of-a-bitch. There was no doubt about it. And now she would die, but damn it, it was worth it. The platform at the top was much smaller than she expecte...
It was the last day of the West Coast trip and the schedule had been kept deliberately light. Wendy and Jen sat in the hotel suite working away at their laptops, catching up on e-mails, when the phone rang. Wendy reached across and punched the button that turned on the speaker-phone facility. "Ms McCuskell, it's Donnelly here." Mr Donnelly's firm voice rang...