Reuben rifled her fingers through her brown hair which had naturally occurring ginger tints and exhaled cigarette smoke into the summer night air. Her head was pounding from the heavy bass from inside the gay club in Soho. It had been a crazy evening so far and she needed some space away from the writhing bodies in the sexually fuelled atmosphere inside. She...
She closes the hood of the car and turns around to flash you a brilliant smile. Her dark brown hair is pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head, held in place by a simple black hairpin. Her overalls are covered in grease, and what skin you can see is covered in a glistening film of sweat. As she moves over to the next car, her hips sway to and fr...
(This takes place shortly after my story "Clothes Shopping". Once again, butches are as unique as any other woman and have their own fantasies and ideas about fun. And those can change over time.) * I was tempted to hum "Back in the Saddle Again". That really wouldn't have been classy, even though the charming young woman bent over my workbench couldn't ha...
"Well Kirsten," Ms Stacey Stone pointed out to the frightened senior. "You have two choices. You can either do what I say and graduate this spring, or you can refuse and be expelled from school. You'd better make up your mind which way you want to go." "Please, Miss Stone. I don't want to be expelled. I have to graduate this spring, if I'm going to get int...
I woke up with a pounding heartbeat. Today was the day. After a long hiatus, it was time. My name is Megan and that's the only detail I will ever share. On the surface I'm pretty much your regular soccer-mom. I have a great family, a home and the whole nine yards. But a lesser known fact is that I'm a closet Bi-sexual. For the past few years I've been living...
Why can't I see? That was my first thought, waking up on Sunday morning. My second, and much more concerning, thought was, "Why can't I move?" I could feel something wrapped tightly around my wrists and ankles, pulling them taut away from my body. I was face down on what felt like a bed, which I guessed was mine, but I couldn't be sure. Saturday night I'...
Note from the Authoress: This story doesn't form part of the Julie Journals as it is a work of fiction. This story was inspired by a comment left about another story I wrote. The comment went, "Why do I only seem to get offers from fat businessmen when I travel?" I chatted to the maker of the comment and we discussed a few ideas and I have ended up writing t...
I woke up feeling Jan's arms wrapped around me. I couldn't believe what we had done, what I allowed her to do to me. Part of me had wanted it, needed it in fact. I hadn't seen my boyfriend all summer long and my boss had been there to fill that void. That plus the fact that Jan had this primal sexuality about her that got the best of me. But now I had come b...
(This story continues the adventures of Sally and her friends. It's the third in my "Days of The Week" series. They all stand pretty independent of each other, so its not a requirement you read the others. Obviously I wouldn't mind it though.) "Where the hell is that girl?" muttered MaryAnn to herself, her hands busy pulling the nylon stockings tight and kn...
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only hum...