I love butches. In particular, I love a butch who knows she's a butch. A butch that owns her masculinity, is not afraid to spend a little money on a piece of eye candy such as myself...who knows how to treat a lady like a lady. So, when this caramel colored, statuesque accountant at my office, with shoulder length dreadlocks and dimples to die for, asked me...
It's been a rough couple of months, but I'm finally ready to publish this story. Enjoy! -YoursTruly101 ***** The Windy City has lived up to its name and its citizens have ventured through its busy streets. Grey December skies hovered over its tallest buildings as flurries of snow found their way down from the clouds. Gust of winds over Lake Michigan added...
Summary: A lonely bi-curious MILF falls for an on-line teen Mistress. Note 1: This is a long story...so patience is a virtue. Note 2: This story is also an ode to one of my favourite fetishes, well okay definitely my favourite fetish, silk stockings. Note 3: This story is dedicated to Maureen who suggested the idea, is also a stocking lover, and is the...
Elain here -- I'm back. Sorry for the delay, but I had to rest my fingers. Typing wears me out, and I needed my fingers for something else. I think you can probably guess what it was. In response to the multiple queries -- yes the twins are fine. More specifically to answer the one person who asked "how [they] were hanging", the answer is: THEY'RE NOT! They...
Chapter 8 "Wish Clark's was open," Paula admitted as she ushered them into the kitchen. "Two o'clock in the morning?" Terry asked sleepily. "Yeah," Paula sighed. "Only thing I hate about living in this itty bitty town; nothing's open after the sun goes down." "Uh huh," Terry smiled. "And it's always so damned hard coming down after a rough one like toni...
These stories are meant for people who are Adults. If you are not at least 18 years old, or are offended by erotic or sexual material, please do not read. I post the entire story each time so that people do not ask me to send them the earlier parts each time. The story is a work in progress that sometimes changes in addition to being added to. If you like t...
Alice - Friday, late evening As I sat on the back of the motorcycle alone with my thoughts I could not help ponder the mess I was in. My parents, discovering the military research the university my father worked for was doing took it upon themselves to steal and release evidence forcing an embarrassing shutdown of the program. The one catch was the police h...
Chapter 1 Lanie was taken away from me; My tears had threatened to be eternal. How could they not? Lanie was everything to me: counselor when that was my greatest need; almost instant lover; savior; then my wife, my whole life. Some too rich, too indulged idiot who thought nothing and no one should be deprived to him just couldn't take no to his advances a...